[Norbert Kox]
He kills and he makes alive. He forms the light and creates darkness. He makes peace and creates evil. He can open the seals because he wrote the code. He can prophesize because he is the prophecy. He is the prophecized storm, forward and backward. The Father and the Son, housed in onе. Hell, Heaven. God is thе stone, the chief cornerstone. The top stone of the corner. The headstone, the capstone. The Aleph
The beginning of everything, and the end of everything. The first and the last

[David Tibet]
Why did the fox bark?
Why did the lark soar?
Why did the brokk hide home?
To hide from the reaper in suited spectre
To grub up
Eye rises with lilies as Greek keys
Or Hebrew codes
To cover my face with your face

To breathe your breath
Into my breath
To make your words my seed and
To spell your Tell Tales as sunshot
And moonmouth
If you looked at your heart's sound
You would rain arc and arch
As the PickNickMagick
Covered your eyes with gold
And honey and millions of years
And myriads of stars
And cuckoo and chaffinch
And cockchafer and griffin
The antelope sky matched your eyes
That around you sang of Dante and Uruk
And ball and the bells
Covering my heart
The bells calling in your fame
Amongst the cynical dead
And the shades of worn empires
And shabby Cæsars wrapped up warm
As the face of the BaalStorm
As cosey as clouds
Or mice in the walls
Or murderers hiding
In the peppermint palaces
Around the bars and the blackbirds
Cawing and soaring
And blessed Ob singing
Sawing as Achad
And Akkad as ankh and anchor