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A Ballad of Choosing in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.

“Christ came to me, alone and sorrowful,
And offered me a cross, saying to me,
‘I have great joys to give most bountiful.
Carry this through the world, and when the sea
Of death is past, then is prepared for thee
A house of many mansions.’ My desire
Hid not from me the vileness of his plea:—
‘Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” [via]

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← “Wealth brought to me a purse, whose glancing gold Mocked the sun’s rays, grown dull as iron rust, And pressed it in my hand, saying ‘Behold The corner-stone of fame, the means of lust’ And I ‘In thee I put but little trust Shameful, most vile, accursed of God’s ire, Dross of the dunghill’s most detested dust, Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” “Prince of the air, thou offerest nought to me I serve thee, recompensed of hell-fire, More nobly than these others, verily Since none with impious word may mock at thee ‘Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” →

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