LAM

Children of technocracy
Invoke synthetic spirits
Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks
MAAT I cast dices
But curtain of future is still hermetic closed
Rise rise up my soror and you my father
High towards the stars when the white fire
Which purifies and melts all false sacrament
Ashes' power equal thousands suns
Mysterys' structures are like chaos of known
Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality
Fractals flaming spaces consume ego's order
Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos
Lamipsos