The Scapegoat

I who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body weary of empty clasp
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of the thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery
Scapegoat
I am a man
Do as thou wilt as a great god can
I am awake
In the grip of the snake
The eagle slashes with beak and claw
The gods withdraw
The great beasts come
Scapegoat
Goat of thy flock I am gold I am god
Flesh to thy bone — flower to thy rod
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox
All-devourer — all-bequetter
And I rave
And I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting — world without end
Scapegoat
(From «Hymn to Pan» by Aleister Crowley)