A Hill To Die Upon
i come as black fire
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We
become
what
we
behold.
We
shape
our
tools
and
then
our
tools
shape
us. - Marshall McLuhan
Remember me not
the one the eons forgot
my sons shall inherit my blasphemy
Remember me not
leave my ashes to rot
for nothing good comes from Babylon
Deliver me into the hand of the evil one
For I have been marked by the Nazareths son
Burn black flame and I shall do the same
tribuo ut Caesar quis est Caesari
burn great light
blind by the fallen might
we are the black void between the stars
I shall behold the black flame of Ain
I shall behod the desert god the same