THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF YOURS

"May God bite into the bones of men the pain of that hell on earth (I have prayed often) that by them it may be sowed with salt, accursed forever! May the maiden that passes it be barren, and the pregnant woman that beholdeth it abort! May the birds of the air refuse to fly over it! May it stand as a curse, as a fear, as a hate, among men! May the wicked dwell therein! May the light of the Sun be withheld therefrom, and the light of the Moon not lighten it! May it become the home of the shells of the dead, and may the demons of the pit inhabit it! May it be accursed, accursed, accursed--accursed forever and ever!

"And still, standing as I stand in the prime of early manhood, free from all the fetters of the body and the mind, do I curse the memory thereof unto the ages."

--Aleister Crowley, THE WORLD'S TRAGEDY (1910)