On the doorway of perception I stood, full of wonder / Vainly contemplating the decoration / Smelling the wooden flowers, he loves me not / Taking in the geometries with a shivering anticipation / And there I was, a fool once again / The white handkerchief over my eyes, a substitute for knowledge / A peace flag begging for mercy to the heartless unknown/ And when I opened the door, I triggered it all / The smell of the unknown tainted by sweat, the cold feel of the stone walls / The taste of violence and the warm stream of the lamb's blood / The ancient fear jumping in my chest like a time bomb / And as my white vision turned into a vision of white / My woman man ancestor took me by the hand / "This is where you belong", she said, with a lying reassurance / As my feet began to sink in the burning light / And then I stepped back and told her, "Bless me Dark Mother for I have sinned" / "I am made of the divine imperfection of the hetaerae" / "My allegiance to you was an urge in my genes" / "But I spit on my nature, I spit on your darkness" / I said, and I went, struck by the hand of death / And into Thy hands I committed my haunted spirit / The blessing and the blasphemy wrapped around my ankle / And as I repent for my vanity, I am starting to love / This bleeding bracelet sent from above