Liber XV, Ch. I, Class A, OWW

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Oath of the Zelator Atrophamus

 

That I dwell w'er shades

H'r no one find

secret kept

 

To sw'l'w sp'r't of h'rm

To sw'l'w poison

To sw'l'w pain

 

To burn them out

 

That I give my fl'm

Not snuff it out

Th' close

 

So thee sp'r't cease