I banish myself to
the bottom-most sphere
   diving into matter
   which matters not at all
   but as fuel for the ascent.
   The sacrificial fall
into the darkness? 
shadow,vice and fear.

I exile myself to 
the sphere of Malkuth.
   The square is circled -
   as the card becomes coin.
   Greedy demons hoard their gold?
   seeking more innocents to join?
all the while in their words
not a single drop of truth.

The Elementals cackle
as they count the cash they make?
   trapped by their own vice and addiction
   in hope of monetary gain?
   stuck to the Disk that has them
   bound to the materialistic plane.
Though Im surrounded by the shadow?
the Law of Light a Path creates.

For this dark world of Assiah
is but the clay for man's own soul?
   dark matter out of which anything
   can be moulded? shaped? and made
   And though I must for now abide here?
   the True Will never starts to fade -
a temporary sacrifice 
made for the Atziluthic goal.