The Winged Skull Rissing

I was born under strange auspices
Sagitarius showed the way - Gemini was
my guide. Twenty years - twenty flags of
slavery, grave was my destiny, till
Tiphareth beckoned to me.
Three years of torment - Adeptus
Minor was my sign.
In Teutonic Lands I suffered
in Northern regions I froze,
I cried, I fought for an olive wreath.
A dead girl shown the way:
I joined my destiny.
I was prphesized Eternal to be.
A vision of Cold, a drop of myrrh,
a scent of rare incense.
I rose to fulfill my Prophecy.
I am Adam Kadmon.
The infinite and the null-
the Alpha and the Omega.
The mutated gene of the coming race.
Snakes entwined in an eternal solstice.
My beauty denies any description:
Mechanical to animical - samanistical to theatrical
corporeal to astral - erotical to apocryphal:

BEHOLD!
MY TOWER RAPING THE SKY!
BEHOLD!
MY WHEELS CRUSHING THE KINGDOMS!
BEHOLD! THE WINGED SKULL RISING!