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Aleister Crowley

(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

Hymn to Lucifer


Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what savour hath
Life? an impeccable machine, exact
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  • Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 9:55:00 AM)

    The Key of Joy is disobedience! Well, it's definitely more fun to be bad! ! ! ! I shall remember this line forever now.
    How utterly perfect! (Report) Reply

  • Nell Da Poet (8/13/2012 8:58:00 AM)

    Crowley's compositions are always impecceble... Wisely pre-meditated. This counts as one of my favourites, ALL HAIL LUCIFER (Report) Reply

  • Victor Constantinov (10/20/2008 5:32:00 PM)

    In my opinion, this together with 'Hymn to Pan' are the best poems by thy best poet - Aleister Crowley. Can't believe that the last comment on his brilliancy was 2 years ago...

    And I also have the whole poem written on the beginning page of my notebook, beneath the unicursal hexagram and the line 'The Key of Joy is disobedience' with darker shrift. (Report) Reply

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