The keystone of this arch of misery
Is set by the unfaltering hands
Of Fate. How desperate the anarchy
Wrought in one hour!
The fickle sands
Run through the glass, and all the light is gone.
Aleister Crowley, The Mother’s Tragedy
The keystone of this arch of misery
Is set by the unfaltering hands
Of Fate. How desperate the anarchy
Wrought in one hour!
The fickle sands
Run through the glass, and all the light is gone.
Aleister Crowley, The Mother’s Tragedy
Horribly useless, this business called life. What does it all matter, when love is gone? And who can hold love? Oh, misery! misery! And still so many years to live. To live alone.
Helen Woljeska, Nocturne
Surely Hitler and his thugs would be gone before too long, and life would return to normal. Life did not return to normal.
Rebecca Tuhus-Dubrow, The G Ring: How the IUD Escaped the Nazis
CXVIII
The blesséd redemption of life without sin,
Discarding the old so the new can begin.
The good ones are purged and the evil ones gone,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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