Frater Αιεν Αριστευειν

I'm a solar infant girt with a sword of fire, lit from the flame of the phoenix. An end I have not, in spiritual puberty I remain. Ever growing, ever initiating; ordeals I pass through and I accept the curses of my grades. I will attain to nothing to receive all, becoming a living embodyment of my true will. Uneffected by the lashings at the hands of the demon hailed as fear or the sucubus that is disgust. In silence I walk these paths, I am a king of my own universe master of my destity. It was etched by my own hand in this blood coarsing through my veins like the Aeons eat away at the lime stone of the great pyramid. May my hear be girt with a serpent as I have been with mine sword to push thy order; my order. Let me one day worship at the blasted tower, with the rest of the brothers. Let the stars rain hard against my barren flesh as I swoon to the love chant. I am uplifted by the winged solar disk for fear I haveth none. I am ever to excell onward into the Aeons of Infinity.