Initiation into Nothingness
I hang in death posture repose. It is within this fleshly
imprisonment that there resides an eternally earthbound functional catacomb, tasting
the chaospheric, the silent impossible and the absolute.
I, the weirding of strange times and righteous portents a divinatory
goat, (within threshold) watching the seventh overlord dawn.
Goat Herder reality forms sensorium of orchestrated bedhouin
equilibrium, this entourage ignites a sequel of Pandaemonic pipes, fervent in
the infinite dwellings and recesses of the mind.
Our remnant spectral degradation is banished ‘neath
lycanthropic fullness, the remaining matter forming acute antennae to the
heathen, lying enchanted in the dreaming. Endless, within my dark chill
caravan.
A dark hollow
confirms a flavoursome understanding, using sacred true nature to ignite its
nebula from whence it came. The resulting persistence of vision is a blackened
initiation, offering my entropic flickering existence.
This one moment is filled with a familiar auspicious
candour, shedding wisdom toward the arcane and the ancient, risen, adept with desolation
ethos.
The astral plane of the abyss ploughs through the psychic
field, forming esoteric intelligence from the unconscious heart of world
civilization. This foresight extinction is cleansed by the grasping destruction
of humanity, devoured by extra-sensory projection, mind bombs ricocheting
silently.
The fruition of this granite extinction could in no way
cause a blunder to the collective inspiration of this western cluster. Its
sentience, a hollow lifetime of master and servant shadowed within the context
of this deathly truth, its megalithic proportions, a gathering up of the lone
stars, smelt from the day-glow of this corporeal contribution to the cosmic stratosphere.
The bitterness held retribution, cracking a cold
constellation in the gathering heavens, pillaging divinatory salvation through
a remnant tear in our existence. This spiritual equity is spent in eternal
seasons of Thannatos, cleansing existence.
A silent, infra-red cyber dream lies impaled on the hollow
waters of cosmic empathy. Deicide electricity calls tower of the goddess within
this arbitrary fluttering moment, disappearing quiescently toward worm-hole
traveller horizon.
This calligraphic psi-obelisk printing circuits within,
corresponding systems that elucidate both sensory and ecstatic attractions of
the auspicious cognitive heathen. Eternal freak outs coagulate aforethought,
necrotizing time-imprisoned testimonies and sentient upheaval.
God of panic ushers the chaocratic millennium of manic
nocturnal configurations, correlating all permitting righteousness within the
context of this leviathan book eclipse. Dark Magick reigns down wrathful,
insidious mountains of inner-space logic upon this esoteric daemonic moment. It
is this blessed alchemy which emanates a spiritual everything and actions
routes within.
An ancient prisoner perambulates, fucking the absent,
grotesque and sacrificed deviancies of past incarnations. A sensory, purified
thirst, igniting promises from obvious android fuckwits. It is only with
persistent psi-cognition that we can correlate this altered reality excursion
with the infinite.
The ancient coven of the posture tears blessed goat
pleasures from the gates of omniscient pan-emanations, begetting nascent,
screaming, circular ecstasy from the sorcerous stench of hooded savage
contemplation.
We regress, exiled and unchained, our bretherin elucidating
dreams of third eye plastic acceptance, within the context of other worlds
discarded in righteous, reckless, sorrowful wisdom. The elusive truth curls
unimaginably around a benign stoned heart, searching through correspondences of
stoical, funereal repose into the nothingness that waits in the wings of death,
this flesh, this placebo life and void. Those good with plans are led before
the benighted hypocrite and it is within this stench therein, lies the blood of
self and the weaponry of the neither-neither.
It is these dark portents that gift totemic ceremonies
forming the spiritual aether of the night planet. The risen herder wields his
primitive woman protection and all freedom cracks these seditious leaves. It is
the witch queen who wings these dead shadows bare, without courtesy for odious
monotheism the chaotic normal plundered black, reigns.
The nature of these
descending atavisms, suspiring in blessed momentum, within the beautiful
extremities of our hearts darkness. The cosmic apparatus has been rebuilt,
divining subsequent remnants of this measurable human mind-set. And so we
petition toward the righteous, the drawing toward of this magnetic field,
connecting all life force, rejoicing within the confines of sacred fire, a
circle of desire.
At the commencement of the dark aeon, we are everything,
no-one and nothingness, however unlikely, we rejoice, cleansing and venerating
the population. We shuffle off this eternal galaxy, the eternal creation of
third eye foresight. For is it not the birth of a righteous inherent non-system
and void, given beyond deaths memory, a gift existence, destroying monotheistic
murmuring?
We deify this cosmic language causing the love of my life,
light, liberty, existence. The evil symbiotic creatures of this government sea
of perdition suffocate humanity, signifying these clung leaders carved in dark
memories of destruction. This layered solace encased by the waking starlit tomb
in cold degrees of self-defence, the modus operandi of natural soul power, a
righteous divinatory slaying of the gods.
An infectious space/time return, synchronized
beyond continuum, to rise like entranced enlightenment to this clandestine
iridescent inferno. Desert nomadic strand lies dilated betwixt rising cuneiform
temple, a dark beaconed unconsciousness, answering eternal, earth nocturne.
The seams, be cracks of death shroud blasphemy. Cascading
systems-emanating blazing, storehouse, tiller-man river. This nameless rebirth
of progressive senses vitalizes half-lit total destruction. Throats travel, colours,
names, faerie-tales, redefined in slaughterhouse-flux initiation.
Within our destiny lies a black, deathlike portent of
righteous dreaming. It’s existence is in our Styx, coin, sietch, stone
countenance. We petition the prevailing gatekeeper of the eternal mind, the
turnkey harness arisen dark-fool magick. We call the eternal wheel of time and
eternity, forming endless vulture wind.
The gates command life, “as-if” reborn. Upon reaching the
grave importance of journeyman visions, we humbly present a kindled memoriam from
self-love mind fires.
