In Nomine Babalon, XIX
The incense is smoking, the candles are lit
As I bend down to kiss the forefinger of IT
And pray at the altar You’re seated upon!
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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“He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the Thurible. I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim These adorations of Thy name.”
“My lips are fervent, as in prayer, Thy lips are parted, as to kiss: My hand is clenched upon the air, Thy hand’s soft touch, how sweet it is! The wind is amorous of the sea; The sea’s large limbs to its embrace Curl, and thy perfume curls round me, An incense on my eager face.”
“He conducted me through the first of the Great Pylons. After being blindfolded and bound, purified by being sprinkled with water and consecrated by fire, I was led into semi-darkness thick with the fumes of incense.”