"Shemhamphorash! all hail, divided Name!
Utter it once, O mortal over-rash! -
The Universe were swallowed up in flame -
Shemhamphorash!

Nor deem that thou amid the cosmic crash
May find one thing of all those things the same!
The world has gone to everlasting smash.

No! if creation did possess an aim
(It does not.) it were only to make hash
Of that most "high" and that most holy game,
Shemhamphorash!"
-A. Crowley, Hashed Pheasant, from The Book of Lies