TO THE POPE IN WASHINGTON
(Mirum Occultum)

Nine eleven, three eleven, eleven again, eleven again,
If Bush is going out, Kerry is coming in, Skull and Bones, Skull and Bones,
Eleven again, eleven again.
Eleven is the eagle and the meaning of the Aleph,
The general number of Magic and the energy tending to change,
Eleven again, eleven again, the Magic itself.

Nine eleven, eleven again, three eleven, eleven again,
The Turkish brothers recognize the trend,
Minorities, Meditators and Magicians are the danger, the Dagger was in the Air.
Putting forward no name, I smelled the Galbanum when it was broadcast by CNN.
M, M, M, eleven again, eleven again, 33rd degrees is up for blame,
After they blow up the Spanish train.

In Sepher Sephirot is eleven, eleven is to tear, eleven is to cut, is to attack, and proud, and haughty, to conceal, and circularity of form and motion.
The Sufis are dancing, reality artificially changes,
The masses are blinded while the Kings fake their pain.
Champion of Enochian chess, 13 blocks from the White House, the secret pope awaits.
The Great Light his new religion, Novus Ordo Seclorum, The New Age.

Eleven again, eleven again, I am not a dreamy poet, I just happens to be awake.
I know what are you doing with the number, eleven again, eleven again
Playing with Tetragrammaton’s eleventh key, House of Dead, Mass Slaughter, again, again and again.
We will remember the Number of Sins, the Tower, stop Directing the Power of Air
Minorities, Meditators, Magicians, polarities is not IT, 33rd stop the elevens, the
blood and pain, in secret there is no power, in spontaneity lies the gate.

By: J.A.L. DAnarchyst.