CROWLEYMAS DAY 1979 E.V.

O is it true, what I have heard, that Crowley is not dead?
Can it be, that in some way, he lives on and on instead?
By the pages of the press and a conspiring lot
His death and doom and burial had been eagerly sought.
By slanders and by lies Our Father had been rent
And as the others of his kind, so this Prophet went.
Yet though the clouds are darkening this Sun comes shining through
And like the Phoenix Bird of old our dear old Beast is born anew.
He's born within the aspiring heart of every flaming star
And like Osiris he is raised as Horus in his solar car.
So grasp the Wand and take the Sword and give the Warrior's cry!
Though he is dead, there is no doubt, the Beast within cannot die!