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Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.

Hilda Doolittle

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Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
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Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.
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(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.
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Luminous, unfearful high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil.
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