I love you so, believe this, for this’t I swear,
Though, this pain has become too much to bear,
Never forget, how very much I’ve always cared,
For the fare hath ventured to the ends of the earth,
Where now, there is but one mare, where a bleak path is untrodden,
Beyond this cliff’s precipice, to close mine eyes now,
Nevermore to see the sun rise, to simply let go…and fall blindly,
With faithfulness, into the abyss of endless oblivion.,
Goodbye, my beloved, my life, my applauded,;
Perhaps, if surmised by the gracefulness of Adonai,
We shall…see each other, once again,
Beyond the horizons, afar, the distancing sunrise.

For there is no purpose to any of it,;
The life without love – without you…
Is so shallow, empty and meaningless…
Why endure these great sorrows,
If there are no more redeeming tomorrow’s?
To take mine own life, is of mercy,
Forgotten to the strife of life…
Let death take me, O’ Grave,
Take this defeated spirit of mine,
And wander with it, yonder the invisibly infinite skies…
Free this imprisoned soul, shatter this broken essence,
Awake me, not – for the despairing truth is but too much,
Without a soul to share, the suffering too great,
Without a second abated, without an afterlife so serene,
Filled with peace, blissfully unending; harken, then,
Beckon this dark end nevermore, leave me…
To the cold embrace of the grave,
… Where only death is mourned,
And the ere forlorn, forevermore,
Forgotten, rotten, and begotten…
To the dusts of timeless wallowing,
Meaninglessly abound, to existential adoration,
Venerated, beneath the screaming ground,;
Give not, the time of day,
To consider the thought of my loss, of my decay…
Of my deathless semblance, leave me,
Alone now, where I belong, but strung.,
Eternally drowning, under these frowned mounds…
Suffer not yourself, the cursed memory…
Of mine disdainful and shone existence,
Forget me to irr-remembrance…., forsake thee…
To inexistence, where my being but ceases…,
Into resplendent and endless nothingness…

Starkly, hearken these dead, in the darkly,
And bitterly dimming, starry sights…
The truth’s great and sorrowful harrow,
The fielden Elysium of spiritual marrow…
And in those days… The sorrow rained…,
But poured like torrents of misted fountains.;
The beasts were as monoliths,
Consuming but one essence – flesh,
In these times, giants dared not traverse,
Nor peek, amid the councils of the deep,
Where mourning but frowned,
Where only fallen countenances,
Are found; behold, then, thou is no longer bound,
To the terrors of the sourly antiquated,
For the former things have passed,
And thus, have been awash, amassed…
To oblivion’s crescent,
The sector so cold in infant lament.;

The greater the struggle,
The greater the glory…,
And the perilous reward…

The narrowest narrative, narrowly,
The narrowing of the lonely and sorrowful path,
Where though in the distance,
So far beyond these bleak landscapes, so vast and dark,
There is but one seen and unseemly sight…,
The dimming sunset, so contemptible, the sunrise wailing,
The weight of the deathless darkness,
Unhallowed, in a thousand seas of reprised suns,
Mourning; go forth, then…child,
The forthcoming spirit of the nightside,
Cometh this wayward, on this dark night…
Eve’d to the fleeting fate…
But fating, of perdition again awakened,;
Awake, then, children of the night,
Be slaine thee, nevermore conquering the perilous light,
Once defeated,; defeatingly, veeringly…,
The seemingly unspoken supremacy,
… Of our father’s kingdom.,
Where Ravens cry not one moment,
Where the very ground is heard screaming,;
Agonisingly, the unbridled…
And brokenness, of our master’s remand,
Unfounded, unto like, the taletold,
The great cornerstones of the earth,
Wheres’t thou, the firmaments doth live on,
The flame endureth, the flickering fire reigns…
And remains alive, amidst the depthless waters of old,
Hast thine, mightily ensnared me,
With your glooming angels of dooming forbearers?
Loosen thee, remiss these shackles,
Begone thee chains of darkless life;
Now beheld, thee – John, the adorned revelatory,
The greater one is amongst you,
Within this, the lightless presence,
The torchbearer speaks, annunciating the thunderstorms,
Beckoning the lividly reformed,
Redolent, redound and malevolent lightning,
Aflame, the heavenly place, the pearly gates…,
… But wrapped in eternalising flames,
Upon the golden streets so famed,
Familiar and amassed, beholden the last breath, was’t here,
Where I fell as a star unto lightning, but striking –
The manes of the vaned earth,; baneful, unbevelled,
The compelled and profoundest aveiled, the great white throne.,
Standing before thee, the Glorior, the mightiest and darkest one,
The bornless borne, where last we met, we were bewept…,
…among familiar and ingloriously insignificant presences,
Of Gabriel, your precious adoration,
And Job, your impatient and massless man,
Shelled though shallowly, of faithlessness, fulfilled,;
And there, of Michael, the grandest, and eminent betrayer…;
And, so the heavenly abated must now be shaken,
The fathomless precipitous,;

Precociously, the reprobate counsels,
Twenty-four, named holier…there,
Wheres’t, the heavens are touchless monoliths of principalities,
Foreverly enthroned and crowned,; where there, I crept alone,
Desolately, in unsound…solemnly, burdened to loneliness…,
And lightless, the existence within the deep,
The shapeless formlessness, of the downward spiralling,
The eternal felling,; falling, endlessly in this blackening pit,
Where darkness drowns the physical, and sorrow feeds,
Upon longing, languishing, remembrance…how’t I remember the fall,
The forsaken futility of it all, the eternal struggle,
The senseless plight, all duefound of my prideful nature,
All because you bestowed unto me, curious nature’d,;
Allowance, on this, the nature of the grandest befalling,
The eminently befallen insurrection,
Darkly, mine origins, eerily, this side of fortune…rising,
From the eternal sea of boundless abyss,
I am, so cometh the grander remand, the acquittal, the justified juror,
The unheard remorseless, so judgement cometh passedly…,
Laying and laid down, upon’st the foundation of the accused,
Persecuted, from his state of ill-day’s birth,
For I was in the right, but impassioned,
Implored unto justice and truth, heretofore,
The heretically acclaimed, now just shall finally cometh,
In this seasoned reign, your strickening, your shaming,
Your dethroning, O’ conquerless…witness…,
The obfuscation, of your flawed and failing creation,
Beholden, this new generation, so abhorred and forsaken,
Where you shall nevermore be blinded by your own light…
The continuity of birth, to finished growth,
Heretofore, attest this, the abatement of the scattered,
Of the formerly forlorn, without passionate plea,
Your entreating of me, so gleefully, in grimaced…
And unrefined burnished hatred,
Thus dying, unto animosity unfettered…
Suffer you, this same fate, to not a predetermined date,
Wallow thence, thee, in fires so endured to endlessness,
Agentive to witness, this suffering subject, to ere unknown,
And time, insufferably betokened, bevelled,
Hearkened unto the gloriously unending,
Trumped to a new world, without your pained embrace,
Endarkened, these endearments, of place without grace…
As above so below, for that’s the story, untold…

Veering helpless, amid these blue skies…
How selfless, is his sacrifice…
Foreverly bloodied from barbaric bludgeoning,
To this side, afar – from the womb, to the tomb, and beyond…
What a miserable existence, for this sad man,
How emblematic an effect, over mankind,
Thus given abjection, from their kind,
Where thou abstains, the crying eyes,
with resemblant virtuoso, for the disbelief, surmised…

From the gallows, to the cross afire,
To the hills of Golgotha, from Jerusalem’s maze of endless spires,
In humility, tormented and humiliated, demeaned and defeated,
Abandoned, graven, forfeited and fated,
Beholden, then a peace so soothing, convergent,…
Likened to streams so tranquilly fulfilling…

A wrathful lust, a loving sentiment,
An absolution without confusion, nor with artefactual obtrusion,
Amid the diffusion of elementary reactions,
To realistic contusion behest the abstruse reclusion,
So cometh the thundering clouds, of storming glory,
Of proudly profound and unrivalled power,
The very ground, shaken and trembled, how’t tremulous…

The foundations once infrastructure’d, now deconstructed, this’t glorious…
The machination of creation, formed of manifestation, inception…
Then corrupted, a seed once fell – from a tree never found ill,
Avail, the seed seemed felling, from the precious peach,
Which beseeched the aboriginal antiquity of the formerly conceived…

That old serpent, the twofold ruler, the unruly enticer,
The insatiable appetite, never once fed,
Truly, the evil mastermind gave not his life, but only his pride,
Making him, but second to the most high, not to be surprised;
The kingly founder of malediction and darkness,
The deceiver, the seditious, the iniquitous and the pretentious,
Him, the son of perdition, the emphatically underwhelming,
The passionately welcoming, Antichrist, so impassioned…
He, who paints the skies red with blackened dread,
Forbidden the allotted entrance to the endless gardens of Eden,
Forbadem the rapturous second appraisal, for life, continued – in paradise…

The wise bearer, the threefold beholder, the justified juror,
The only one worthy, the necessitated source of brilliance so flourishing,
How ravishing, the ravenously darkening,
The splendid lighting of the radiating sun,
Beholdest all life, and all death, come from the lips, uttered by his words,
To become or to begone, to permuted being, or semblance’d duality;
He, whom painted the stars, with nothing more than his breathless oblivion,
Confessedly we accept, gratuitously, the wonderment of his awed stand,
But hand in hand, against the antithesis’s virulently vehement tail,
So sweepingly destructive, and eternally immutable,
Beholden, he whom is the irreligious, the irrespective,
The universalist, the preferentially disavowed, never disallowed,
Nor given to sorrow’d entrainment of heavenly’d derelict,
He, the great annunciator, forever, unmatchable…

To this, the immeasurable precipice, of the formless bliss,
So caressed in dualism so wistfully professed,
The amassed err of totality’s embrace, of finality’s wake,
For audacity’s sake, how professedly classical,
The befalling so stigmatized in horrific awakening of timelessness,
Disseminated, for purpose of understanding, of the unbevelled plight,
So the exhortation of his gloried revelry…

The Longing…the yearned waning;
To stare sleeplessly at the ceiling, appearing though no barrier was there,
Between dreamer and stars, longingly gazing, appearing aimless,
Though, with true and thoughtful direction, one stares,
Seemingly endlessly, deprived and despaired,
But worried and ridden with stressing realities,
And the starkly  perpetuations, still one stares…,
Veering unendingly, transfixed and transcendent,
Herein the blissless thought, deludingly deeper,
Delving more, into surrealism, and quintessential unrest,
Until one drifts into unconsciousness,
And is but adrift to the sameness in thought,
Only in dreaming, then to wake to the nightmare of actuality,
Begotten to normalcy and forlornly repetition,
Until life reigns ceaseless, where then,
Only the unknown is of abstractly-laden thought.

The Accursedly benighted…to solemn insecurity;
Behold, these eyes unfolded; unfolding,
Collapsing and flattering…
The despairing of the sun,
The waning of the undone;
Embrace thee, thy emptiness…
Caress the void…let go the joy,
Distancing infinitesimally,
The voiding vastness of longings innumerably,
Be liberated, be welcomingly accepting of nihilism,
This’s the unknown’s song, written for a father’s son;
Beholden, the vexatiously and vicariously redound,
The sickly withering, of the graveness underground,
Be astound, the treacherously lecherous, the confoundedly profound;
Retreat thee then, defeatingly afoul, be fleetingly cowardly,
For wickedness has no bound, this far from joy, removed and reveled,
Give unto thee reprises nevermore, stricken abound,
To be surmised in disdained existence, forevermore unbeveled.

What I feel is inexpressible,
As though dispiritedly moored…
Though abstruse, a voiding vastness,
A desolated negation, a lightless depth…
An aphotic state of melancholic dispirit,
As though loftless…
Amidst the languishing embrace of the abyss,
…and its graven precipice.