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Born into odium I have observed and endured. Retrieve me from this land that drains of life and breath. And the nights, brought forth deathless haunting. Beings from my former role within the aether. The breath fades in the stillness of this tattered room. Purveyor of truth, may you stumble upon scrawled laments that paint colors in obstructive shade. My ears can only hear the discordance of the ever-growing billow submerging the exhibition displaying attainment stretched across a withered lifetime. Forlorn, trudging through incessant dismay. Viciously tossing and turning to silence the teasing adversaries. Condemned, accursed, betrayed, submerged. Stripped of blessings raped of peace conclude to renew bereft of light causality to the apple's smite this is my void this is my hell ( is my hell) this is the home I know so well (know so well) I can’t compress my urge for death (urge for death) I can’t comply I hate this life (hate this life) screaming begging pleading and feeding and then the goddess wept see my face have I scared you yet? In flames the screams still reign death be thy name you’ll share my pain bitter cold upon a broken mirror fixate on the barren the everlasting yearning for death breathes restlessly upon my neck. If I am to remain a stagnant subject, the ether will reclaim this tyrannized soul by sunrise I leave behind a legacy of ruin. Endless terror behind closed eyes. Imprisoned between two realms. Restless, eternally unloved.
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In The Wake Ov Sòl
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Enclosed within the walls bashing against the gates a cell holds captive my very essence. I cry, screaming, shaking pray pray to unite with the dirt pray pray to feed the earth an inescapable loneliness and isolation drags forth it's claws digging into my chest forming familiar abrasions desecrating this lost soul leading me to oblivion. A pathway to the deepest pit from whence the piercing voices came. Reminding me i will remain within this lonesome prison. Never to be freed. The cold floors beneath soak with blood as it escapes my mouth dripping from this blackened tongue seeping through imprisoning walls unloved and unwanted the unimaginable torment proceeds. Offering its hand as I beg for answers offering its hand as I lay forgotten suffering the scorn accursed unto me in a relentless cycle of agony. Haunted from birth absolved of light bound to this shaken shell I weep answered only with the beckoning echo free me from peril free from scorn free me from eternity I no longer wish to remain here captive to the calling of crows and bleeding of tongues as the clocks pelt forward, the harrowing grows further. Call to me from the void forsaker deceive me from birth oh mastermind detach me from thine impenetrable hex that is this lonesome confinement there is no rest here there is no calm here what has been made of me a frantic psychotic abstraction a paragon of unbridled solitude a primordial depression manifests itself into an ever burning abhorrence my fingers contorting before me wrenching the hair from my skull, tearing from the roots. Taunting wretches pry open my mouth, vomiting forth the ancient curse bestowed upon man. Always alone in isolation I offer thine heart nourish the earth freed from the anguish freed from this vessel freed from the unending strain enclosed within the walls bashing against the gates a cell holds captive my very essence. I cry, screaming, and shaking pray pray to unite with dirt pray pray to feed the earth.
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Ragnarok
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Conflicting paths, an imperceptible continuum through the lens of the population. Unending, frozen fallacy I, the observer, the arbiter, the accuser, the author of quietus, have turned a gaze onto humankind. As the kirk bells deafen, and the sirens scream, their way of life warps my path to clemency. In time you shall realize ascension may only occur with the death of mankind in the palm of my hands. Frozen I must send my horde of flies and ticks across the valleys and up through the streets to chip away at the tissue and cartilage of every survivor and wielder of swords. There is no war a display of unworthy combatants wither before me. It's not a choice the end draws near this is no war. A display of unworthy combatants wither before me. Without a choice, the end draws near. Sweep dust from my motionless hands collected, during cycles of lust. The only movement as of late digging into brimstone, crying tears built upon broken trust. Ominous in nature potential alliances snap at the sight of these dying eyes. Writhe in silence shift my body in the dark I awaken into the void sprinting forward into its inviting mouth cover my wings in soil rip my carcass from the crust, home into the ether’s arms. The bell has rung. Echoing across the plains. Engulfing the space between realities. Bravery is futile, the mirror harkens back to the throne of persistent justice chewing through the barriers, to gorge upon the final remnants of absolution. In the wake ov Sòl, at the foot ov the cross, ethereal scrolls ov labyrinthine lore beckons wretchedness upon the gates. Reverberation of hope eclipsed. The maggots consuming the fresh glistening flesh. Unearthly warriors gnawing on the viscera, viciously chomping, and clawing away.
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Bending and twisting and melting the bars of a prison that dwells in between the stars. Years I have spent running through the infernal maze. I've now escaped and set my gaze upon the painter of these scars. Only stopping to maim the gatekeepers drenching the stairs in the purest fluid. I bring the claw of Gehenna upon the doomed kingdom of god. Angelic overseers charge forward soaking in confidence. Chanting before I break them with a rod of iron and dash them to pieces like pottery. They are like chaff that the wind blows into the cold vacuum. Vengeance wrought upon the purest of lands. I bring forth unceasing scorn. For I am the living one, who holds the key to death and hades. Pestilence belongs to he who sits on the seat of the throne and to the lamb. I bring contamination to a land that breeds detestable weakness now I bring forth the biting frost of treachery upon the altar. King dethroned, gutted, hanged for the valley’s masses to behold never having rested within the shackles surrounded by hounds of damnation aeons plotting the extinction of the holy. Aeons plotting the extinction of the holy. Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. For the lamb at the center of their throne shall become their shepherd. Fiends unchained vomit forth smoldering tongues toward the carcass. His children stare as his once impeccable skin seethes and evaporates. Amen.
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On my knees, leering down at my reflection as the moonlight illuminates the pathway to escape. On my own, leering down at my reflection as the moonlight illuminates the pathway to escape the bastard's lake is where I leave everything behind. My soul writhes encased in its hollow shell. Nerves perish, frost bitten atop the cold abyss. The forest from whence my brothers and sisters hang from trees, they start to fall into the snow, the icy winds devour the ropes strand by strand. Futile attempts to forgive myself pull me closer to the black hole. Trembling spilling water and blood from my mouth, I lick my lips and the rest runs down my neck the frosted carcasses of my loved ones are the only source of nourishment within this desolate air.
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The Frozen Lake
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Since I was a child, I have eaten the body of Christ and sipped thy blood. Tranquil images nailed into my skull. House me within the walls of the blessed, oh god shield my young eyes from the silhouettes. Father is this the end? Must this be my fate? Have the creatures chewed through the barriers, or has he left me to be preyed upon? Nightly paralysis, frozen in dread, whilst I wait in moratorium for his graceful hand over my head. Solus is the very fear I’ve incanted whilst my feet remained planted in gravel. The silent screams echo only back to me, tearing my security at the seams. A misery unheard, far from untold. A dream walker lies in my past. A benediction in pentaform awaits me beneath the lowest point. Now I am aberrance, I am unnerving, no longer one with the Earth. I shall split the skies with bloodied hands, and let the Heavens pour down into thy cursed kingdom. Scripture defiled, tyranny dismantled, the word of God shall cease to repeat. Created to defile thy divine enemy above I bathe in infernal heat Encircled by fog. Across my skin, the sickening grin returns as I bathe in infernal heat. Licking my lips at the horror above, I sit patiently awaiting the sheep to plummet. Tears at the thought of me. Shrill screams at the sight of me. Shield your eyes, for your savior returns at sunrise. Watch as he descends, lifeless, constricted by the eternal noose.
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Aether
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The dirt cradles me I wandered downward wishing upon the stars seeking only tranquility a fragmented spirit beseeches an assured release soil, my veneer, absorbing a lifetime of tribulation shivering I hold the rope within my arms gazing upon the array of trees before me reflecting upon a harrowing existence familiar scenery reanimates a brief period of innocence. Memories flooding psyche, never shall I give in to them. My time has come securing the fabrics around my neck to leap from the highest branch into the ether severing my spine releasing me from this vessel the dirt cradles me I wandered downward wishing upon the stars seeking only tranquility a fragmented spirit beseeches an assured release soil, my veneer, absorbing a lifetime of tribulation shivering I hold the rope within my arms gazing upon the array of trees before me reflecting upon a harrowing existence even when the hadean curse envelops this woebegone shell, the lamb beggeth me to remain bound to this vessel.
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Loathe
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Clocks pelt forward, I remain stagnant in this chair, no sound, no sentiment. My colorless eyes locked to the mirror reflecting the atrocity before it. Every last emotion conjured into a silent, motionless, and cold stare. The sun rises and the sun falls. Outer spirits howl with me in the fires below. Still I look into the glass as suicide flows through my blood viscously churning. I begin to shake. Erase the sickness from the earth. I am undeserving, I am misfortune. I am undeserving, I am misfortune the curser and the unwilling never to change what I’ve done, and I suffer the consequence eternally.
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The lotus tree in the seventh heaven is the place of my revelation paradise is my wine and hell is the heat of my scorching wind. Constellations prostrated to me until I was elevated. Like the prostration of servants to the served. And all those in the universe said to me "must there be brought liberty unto these unhallowed grounds?" to pass the time I sleep into dreams exchanging words with mirroforms. “tonight, we’ll discuss your engrained disgust for the wellspring of your loathly lust a remorseful winter says thy lord. A god. A broken regretful evil still lingers beneath my feet. I look to the sky for a sign of hope, shapes and shades open a gate revealing my fate. I raise my arm up to the sky and claw from the wrist down. Warmed by blood and skin. It drips down into the waters before me, churning violently. Hanging from the tree of 9 realms yggdrasil granted me the eternal knowledge this power granted from hel my enemies uruz tpurisaz ansuz dust they’ve become the river becomes a sea of red, now I lay down to sleep, quivering in tears and blood holding cadavers close. Closer than the aether's sun. O father, o moon, o sky.
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