GLORIA PATRI RA
The lord and giver of life
Beams forth the world's nourishment
Ever-present, ever-radiant;
It is we who travel through Amenti
At nine hundred miles per hour.

GLORIA FILIO HOOR
With blood-stained spear and brilliant crown
The Child issues the decree:
Do What Thou Wilt!
The Law of the Battle of Conquest
Is a curse to be desired.

GLORIA SPIRITUI SANCTO KHUIT
The cooing of the dove
Opens the gates of Hell:
From deep within sounds the serpent's hiss,
Summoning us to joyful worship.
Our orison: HRILIU!

AUM HA

sphinxie and I are flogging the Law and our Order on the front page of Reality Sandwich.