Ah!
Incandescent Orgy!
Ah, we
are the children of Aquarian light, men of love,
A Sacred
Fraternity formed by a band of brothers,
Our Cocks
root us to our Father from above,
A Phallic
Unity made of men born of different Mothers.
We are
the parade of satyrs, the caravan of Cock,
Prophets
of Pleasure we are called to be,
Goat-herd,
wolf-pack, Phallic-tribe, Faggot-flock,
Worshippers
of Holy Cock are we.
We are
the keepers of the Holy Rites,
Guardian
of Men’s Secret Ways
Bringing
to Earth Aquarian Light
Where
within the souls of men may play.
Come and
join the orgy, throw your clothes in the fire,
Let your
Cock guide you down the dark, wooded trail,
Follow
the call of your secret worship and deepest desire,
And join
your brethren worshipping the Divine Male.
Whether
offering upon the altar of God,
Or
hunting for the chance to stab some prey,
Our
devotion is given to the Holy Rod,
All
praise and glory to Dicks that sway.
Within
Fraternity, we offer wordless prayer,
Using
only the moistness of tongue and lips,
While
others commune for others with great care,
In open
mouths or below awaiting hips.
Begotten
to tend to Phallic Might,
Brethren
to a Phallic Kin,
We ease
the burdens of Man’s Plight,
By
helping all find peace between holiness and sin. Ah Min!
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