Caves of Lilith

There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.

— Liber Al vel Legis

Chapter 2: verse 52

(Source: s-e-x-m-a-g-i-c-k)

27 January 2012 • reblog: s-e-x-m-a-g-i-c-k