Hand that loves life Now wields the hatchet To cut the clinging arms Arms of drowning man... For upon this brittle Meager craft... Every unborn is a blessing... Relentless becomes The most merciful In death bless the wiser Enlightened ones Dead is no longer a strain Turn to ash and feed the living In death bless the wiser Enlightened ones... who remain Do what thou wilt shall Be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, Love under will Validate your existance With release from your strain Strain that is you Unless you evolve Pulvis et umbra sumus Maliciously benevolent Aequat omnis cinis The true nature of Liberty Contempt upon those afraid to die Enlightment on true nature of existance Illusion that is survival of the fittest Reality that is survival of none... Liber Al Vel Legis Do what thou wilt shall Be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, Love under will