Poem: The Ordo Templi Orientis (OTO)

As a child
I spent time
with the OTO;
A "Great Magickal Society
of Occultists."

Oh, how I must have rankled them.
In being the youngest
adjunct by far
a light was cast
on their own immaturity.

I thought them so wise
then
with lofty aims and goals.

But now that I am grown
I see them
in a different light.
Their petty nefariousness
shines to me now
I even see malice
disguised as good tidings
and possibly
Evil
which word I use
not lightly.

Maturity can be a noose
made of light and love.
Every aware
of traps and snares
and schemes
from up above.