The spirit can not die in anything but in Thee Therefore I implore Thee in prayer For everything must be destroyed so that You can live, ...so that I can live Oh, God of the perfect black, how could I possibly describe in words, The awe and worship I feel for Thee? The serpent of time withdrawn through Thee The fountain of living water reversed It becomes the mouth of spiritual Death The last motion completes Itself, brought into being When the breath of Chaos releases the central point The spirit can not die in anything but Thee Yea, above all thing Thou art! And everything becomes Thee, Yes, everything dies in Thee! For Thou art the channel of Thyself. There lies the redemption of Death fullfilled There is the salvation and final release Amen.