On Hundred and Three years of Infinite Eternity
Have passed and are done for our Prophet of the Son.
He had risen from the Sea to make mankind Free--
Of many, was the One, yet his Work's just begun.
O Children of the Beast, the Greater and the Least,
Let not the Sword to rust, let not our Books be turned to dust!
Our Father is now long deceased, but on this day we love and feast!
So raise thy Wand with Magick Lust! And Love! And Laugh! As it is Just!