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Hymn To Lucifer
(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

Hymn To Lucifer

Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what savour hath
Life? an impeccable machine, exact
He paces an inane and pointless path
To glut brute appetites, his sole content
How tedious were he fit to comprehend
Himself! More, this our noble element
Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned
Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end.

His body a bloody-ruby radiant
With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer
Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
On Eden's imbecile perimeter.
He blessed nonentity with every curse
And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense,
Breathed life into the sterile universe,
With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence
The Key of Joy is disobedience.

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Comments (8)

Sucks, the only good thing he ever wrote was Happy Dust.
The poem is not bad, given the content indicates it was written by a disturbed mind.
Enjoyed it very much
This is a true satanism poem! Rebellion of man the curses they bring upon themselves their free will no doubt.
The Key of Joy is disobedience! Well, it's definitely more fun to be bad! ! ! ! I shall remember this line forever now. How utterly perfect!
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