The Horror Of Recursive Realities

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Seeking proof of my inner faults, my inner fallacies,
justification of the ancient dismissal of the Two.
Still nothing seems to justify the absence of Light.
Have we been cast aside, or was it all a dream?
Always perplexed by this intricate automaton,
revealing minuscule clogs of bone and flesh, springs of sinew,
yet no apparent essence to the caliber of life.
Perplexing designs that mock my sensibility,
always calling for suspension of disbelief.
May the absence of proof be the proof of absence.

Adeste infidelis,
Pitiful squanderer of His divine grace.
You know not the depths of my perversion,
my unfathomable despise for your wretched kind.
I shall be your crown of horns, your cross to bare, 

the chocking sensation during sleepless nights,
the dreadful fear nested deep inside.
I present thee with the greatest curse of all;
access to knowledge, unharmed by the miracle of decay. 

How cruel the immobility of time,
when perceived through the kaleidoscope of immortality.

After what seems like aeons of weightlessness
transcending the bounds of restriction,
I, the traveler of spaces, unravel the molecules of creation, 

and unfold in unimaginable dimensions.
Blindfolded, I bleed into infinite recursive realities.
Was this oscillation a journey of absolution, 

or merely the perception of out predefined damnation?

Illusions of aural guidance washed away by the sands of time.
How i yearn the sweet bliss of ignorance. 

Forsaken, I stand in this shadow-orchard of lives past.

Lo, amongst horrors I shall dwell…
Alas, amongst horrors I create...
I regret creation!
I reject resurrection! 
I yearn extinction!

Nameless Saint, Thine is a cruel existence.
Praise Thee, Usurper of all obscure thoughts and intentions.
Praise Thee, Orchestrator of the fall.

Grant me the following in Thy name, oh Dark Lord.
Free me from the Three that shall not be named , shall not be revealed.
Tear out my eyes that i may not perceive the splendor, horrors, of His creation.
Flail my skin and baptize me in fire, that i may never feel the soothing sensation of His breath.
Smash my face and break my bones, that i may never again be in His image.
Let the jackals feast upon my flesh, that i may never again have to witness Life, know of rest and peace.
Ravage this broken vessel, and scatter my remains in a thousand nameless graves.
Wipe my miserable self from the view of the ever-watching, negligent Father.
Let no one cry for me, but only the Dark Lord to have mercy upon me.

Mortis, Dei gratia Death, by the mercy of God!
Fade to Nihil!


from Imago DeI, released January 9, 2017



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