A rubber-bodied toddler with a painted face and very red hair lay dead beside your knee and for some reason it was this that destroyed you, it was this that kindled within you something you had no hope of defending against. You howled in a purity of fright.
The wind is Your breath and the trees are Your hair,
In all of creation there is none so fair!
Your splendor and beauty revealed by the dawn,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
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