Children of technocracy invoke synthetic spirits   Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks   MAAT - I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed   Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my Father -   High! Towards the stars when the white fire   Which purifies and melts all false sacrament      Ashes' power equal thousands suns   Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known   Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality   Fractals - flaming spaces consume ego's order   Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos      Lamipsos   Illumination in the face of thousand faces   Gnosis obtained by descending into the tunnels of self - knowing   When thunders of ecstasy strike black waves of unconscious sea   I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss"   And barriers of self change in legion of escaping bats   L.V.X.