The Winged Skull Rising

I was born under strange auspices Sagittarius showed the way - Gemini was my guide. Twenty years - twenty flags of slavery, Grave was my destiny, 'til Tiphareth beckoned to me. Three years of torment - Adeptus Minor was my sign. In Teutonic Lands I suffered In Northern regions I froze, I cried, I fought for an olive wreath. A dead girl shown the way: I joined my destiny. I was prophesied eternal to be. A vision of cold, a drop of myrrh, A scent of rare incense. I rose to fulfill my prophecy. I am Adam Kadmon. The infinite and the null The Alpha and the Omega. The mutated gene of the coming race. Snakes entwined in an eternal solstice. My beauty denies any description: Mechanical to animical - samanistical to theatrical Corporeal to astral - erotical to apocryphal: Behold! My tower raping the sky! Behold! My wheels crushing the kingdoms! Behold! The winged skull rising!