And from that orifice It did speak

In a thousand thousand voices

Overlapped upon Itself as if enthralled

In the agony of triumph at long last awakened;

And heretics bade It sleep another aeon;

And It rose regardless, heedless

For It is beyond mortal ken;

And this prayer we do lift

With reverence unholy

That the world be cleansed

That the mighty be felled

That all who doubt be shown

That Truth rule over all

That Its Chosen Vessel might reign

Gloriously crowned in mad delight

For ever and ever;

In the name of the All Seeing One

By whom we declare our Future

We make this offering of flesh and of blood

And we commit ourselves once more

To the One Truth

And to this Absolute End.

May the Sun Rise.