5:55 a.m. - October 05, 2011
A Thelemic Butcher's Love Song
The cattle gathers itself together. I am amazed how easy it is. The work is done, all I have to do is press a button. It's all laid before me, and when I close my fist, I claim it. The hit is guaranteed, I need only worry with my fears, precautions really. I need to be aware that when I begin a new world, an old one is destroyed. Lest a single piece of ash is left...