Woe be onto them that follow the ways and words 
of men, for letters lose their meaning and men 
journey only to the grave. 


Secret Power of witchcraft.

Raising the cone of Power.

Naked ladies in the night, around the campfire ran.
Round and round till they toppled down, to the
ground and lay there spent. 


This is the bare essence, the key, the grand design,
the seed. Yes the seed, for preserve you this much.
And the whole can rise again. Lose you this much.
And the whole is an empty shell.