O, thee art of Akephalos Whose mysterious face I might envision Headless invoker of Phallus Who, into this very earth, made his incision May myst'ries therein come unto Me, that impregnated earth, e'er in motion Dimensions that embrace quadridecahedron: A gift given to me of my devotion
Vortex spiral away, brought lower than this Earth's bottom
Away from earth, away from existence At the cusp... Event horizon fall
The tunnel more vast than anything yet seen This earth and all the stars could not fill the (w)hole
And what is thy tortured scream, The jawbones stretched unnaturally wide If not a wordless invocation unto the limits of thy fear?
O, Scourged was your mind, whipped away from reason Yet the measurement of thy wounds is not merely actuarial The coagulation of delusion The vacuous woeful illusion of thy art, The science that was ravaged of thy hand
The mercurial dissolve, away, away...
Plunging into the fiery portal The undulating lava pseudopods Clawing netherwards: vicious descent that was miles and miles No exit but that below Paradise
Mirror reflection purest: Ain-Soph Aur Fin'lly staring into your truest face The nadir of your work, the revelation of futility Asar-un-nefer: This Wyrk is complete Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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