.Children of technocracy
Invoke synthetic spirits
Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks
MAAT I cast dices, but curtain
Of future is still hermetic closed
Rise! Rise up my Sorrow, and you, my father
High! Towards the stars when the white fire
Which purifies and melts all false.
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