Ha! Ha! Ha! Fools! Open the Book of thy Mind and behold Wisdom scream!

[Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!]

You MUST attack!

You are Slaves of Because!

Ha! Ha! Ha!

The trodden serpent turned and struck, though thou knewest Not!

Ye are judged by your own LA!

For I AM deadlier than He! I shall drag their souls down to awful torment!

I laugh at thy fear, O Thelemite!

I spit on thee!

Scream mandrakes! Scream aloud!

Thy screams are sweet music to mine ear!

And the Cup of Plague is poured out on the throne of the Beast!