How many from the grave did Aleister Crowley enlist?
Golden idols and platinum rap prophets
I sense the totally toxic and purely devilish
Occultists in the mist
Harsh heathen like fists batter against the peaceful solace
Do what thou wilt?
I'm not trying to hear that type of bullshit
Seems only the immoral make a profit
All the spells in the world won't make you immortal
So you should just stop it!
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