Raise her up, ye sons of the First Son of the Earth. Raise up the silken Goddess of your slavering slavery; and for some, your living death. She is the conqueror of your all. She is the icon, the image, the lilac-ivory idol, the unbounded temple of your total submission. Bend not your will but to that which she wills. Prostrate yourselves and lap up water at her feet. She may deign, then, to urinate on you; and that, poor fools, you will lap up, too.~The Harlot Goddess