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46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower 
before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I 
will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Suc­
cess is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in 
my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!
47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always 
with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance 
shape of the letters and their position to one another: in 
these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not 
seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who 
shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: 
then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abra- 
hadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not 
seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on
to the holier place. 
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49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all 
gods of men.
50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51. With my Hawk’s head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs 
upon the cross.
52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Bud­
dhist, Mongol and Din.
54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.
55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all 
chaste women be utterly despised among you!
56. Also for beauty’s sake and love’s!
57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not 
fight, but play; all fools despise!
58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are 
brothers!
59. As brothers fight ye!