At the nexus of agony, is joy
In the nexus of joy, is agony
So cold that it burns the flesh
All that is living rots away
All that is born comes from waste
In the eye of a hurricane is the most peaceful place
The maiden speaks of love
The profit speaks of fate
The King of war.
All is wild, passion galore
Broken down on the edge
Below lye the bodies of the dead
Watch their souls rise above
On the sun stands the god of love
On the moon stands the hag of hate
Saturn restricts
Jupiter expands
Mars is fire
Mercury Desire
Lucifer is the merchant
Jesus is the buyer
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