Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? <br />Without its climax, death, what savour hath <br />Life? an impeccable machine, exact <br />He paces an inane and pointless path <br />To glut brute appetites, his sole content <br />How tedious were he fit to comprehend <br />Himself! More, this our noble element <br />Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned <br />Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end. <br /> <br />His body a bloody-ruby radiant <br />With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer <br />Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant <br />On Eden's imbecile perimeter. <br />He blessed nonentity with every curse <br />And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense, <br />Breathed life into the sterile universe, <br />With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence <br />The Key of Joy is disobedience.<br /><br />Aleister Crowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-lucifer/
