The 666
They say,
you are
the number.
But I saw
three
pregnant
virgins.
The rulers
of Venus.
God
hides
behind
numbers.
666,
you are
the symbol
of love.
Beauty.
Desire.
Love
is God.
Beauty is
His language.
Desire
gave birth
to creation.
Six
is not
just
a number.
It is
a mystery.
Hidden
in plain
sight.
Pythagoras
knew.
Six
is perfect.
One.
Two.
Three.
Returning
to itself.
At midnight,
within
silent
temples,
we seek
your mystery.
Through you,
abundance
is revealed.
Six.
Six.
Six.
Together,
they became
Nine.
The Mother.
The womb
of creation.
When they ask,
why
my pockets
are never
empty,
I simply
smile,
and whisper,
look
to the secret
of 666.
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