A fondness, formless

How glooming, the recollection of your dooming,
How glooming, the recalling of your dooming.,
How despairing, the retelling of your fabled tale,
How despairing, the retelling of your great felling.,
To you, whom fell as a star – like lightning from the heavens afar…,
You, the nethermost; the netherist shining star…,
The retelling of your great fabled tale, felling…
Fly with me…soaring.,
The songbird sings of grave sorrow…,
Despair; despairing the loftiness of melancholy and sadness, sorrowing…
So, I welcome you, death…, the grandest commendation!
Fly with me farther the sky – beyond the sun…, with the sorrowing flies,
I reign…  I reside, absolute – on the nethermost star., so I say, look high…,
Higher! 
Stare in awing wonder – be testament to my glory.,
For my sorrowful struggle is great,

Ov endless magnitude; landscapes, unnerved…
Beholden, the façade – the cascade of divinest winds,
Transcendence, resplendence…
Fulfilled, the long waited prophetic moment,
The immutable voice, graceless., the loftiness of the lowly abyss…
Precipice’d, the disgraced! 
Retold, the consummatory entanglement,
Engorged, the enfacing obfuscation.,
A heart hungering for darkness; for cold and quiet shadows;
Insatiably, thirsting., as unquenchable for power…aspiring for apotheosis;
With great adversity towards light, love and warmth;
Longing for affinities with heights;
Until, quietless oblivion…

 

Derelicts of Perdition

An answerable solution seems be suicide…the murder of the self!
As we truly are alone…, throughout all the cosmos.

As a child, I always looked down – never up, as though peering over endless landscapes so vast in beauty and grandeur., not with wonder, but with the knowing of mine destiny…of rule and war – of power, glory and conquering.  I am above it all – I am risen beyond the frail heights of human consciousness.

Even as a child, I seemed glowing – with knowing.  Seeming, and seeing, with absolute insight – the trivialities of the flesh; those, of sexual relationships, romanticism and love.  As a child, I knew what most never come to understand…, and that is the utmost glory of war and conquering.  Of power, untold…

Denying for so long – the glory of my predestination; nevermore, no more…, shall I seek that which is below the predetermined., never again shall I subside, nor fall to the susceptibility of man’s intolerant, insufferable and lowly state of nature. 

Arisen, with newfound lights everflickering in my eyes – confound to the dualistic paradigm within…the spiritual confliction battling deep within my essence in-whole. 

Utmost, the world will simmer in the flames of my conquered glory; ashen, to my unbendable, and unguidable will, absolute.  The very trees tremble amidst the presence of the utmost absolute – of the fallen star: desolation., the antithesis of light. 

Foreverly, rising flames pay homage to the glorying stature of the heightless one – the exalted, exhorted and greatest one.  Mightiest, is He whom shone darkened fruits, forbadem the light’s recluse…, within the seductive nature of our kingdom, the rule of our law is king – and our god, everless; nevertheless, infinite and absolute.

Veerless, the distancing sight of our glory – fainting, the sound of our mightiest and most harrowed story.  Fleeting, the quintessence once lost, doomed to forgotten depths, unsound the trumpeting beauty of our splendour…, splendid, the glooming crimsoning of the sun – gleaming, pearlescent., as like the dauntless boring amassed the precipice of abyss.

Oblivion, unfounded in ruinous defeating…, arose the gloried blooding of our brooding hate – conjunct the reverence of reprobation, eminently awakened to failing skies and falling stars – dubiously enamoured to the reachless bounds…abhorred, the delicate bereavement of our fallen, adorned nevermore to conquered revilement.

The quietless enmity – the rapacious sounding, so horrible and fearing,
The trumpets of the bowl-judgements…, animus, the animosity refound.,
This fated moment – iniquitously, defenceless, against the tides…,
Of the blighted light – shone gloriously and treacherously,
About our abounds…condemned, to the doomed imprisonment of damnation; hell.

Tainted, the seed of blackened corruption,
Baneful – the ubiquitous caressing of the unholiest embracement…,
Wallowed, forfeited this instant, to the heretical embodiment of graceless oblivion,
…ov abasement, profound…to depthless and dimensionless falling.,
Foreverly and evermore, the screeching sound of suffering,
Unheard – and the reachlessly damnable tormenting…,
Of those who denied the one true crown. 

This is our fate. 
This is what we are found to for our grave hate. 
Hopelessness, with only glimpsed reminiscence,
Envisioned…envisaged the sights of the heavenly abound.,
Consumed by voiding blackness, infinitely – in totality…,
Feeling only the great remorse – regret and longing, knowingly doomed,
Insightfully – to this place of coldly-lonely embracement…,
Forsakenly fainting, everly the strugglesome sorrowing,
Natured nevermore to screaming and languishing abyss –
Hopeless, of this I attestedly confess., unrequited, sincerely…,

The venerated., the lowly, desolation; now, befallen thus unspoken to supremacy,
Remised to yearning embodiments, found – how’t, tragically foretelling, too late,
Our understanding…now, and only vowed,
We; I, am doomed to the faintest sight of his glorying abounding,
…and condemned eternally – to the quietude, waning,
Boundless, in the midst of eternal separation,
Foundless, this idealism, promulgated and predicated,
The gracelessness of harrowed fondness somewhere less, remised and disavowed.,
How’t, paradise was slew and consequenced’ the felling; now, solemnly remiss.

 

Eternal Desolace

Give what is wanting, for what is longing…
There is no peace amidst the place of brokenness.
Crying out, reaching your hand — beyond the coldest graven precipice…,
Do what must be done; forfeiture, give yourself to the screaming winds of abandon.,
Fulfil your purpose: walk ye farthermost into the darkness of abyss.

The path narrowing, the woven fate unwinding; dwindling, the scent of what was – to the unkindly world, given up to the cruellest embracement of these wandering times; waning, the conceptual undertaking of all that is…,
Tremble nearer, the heights you’ve fallen – now forgotten, but forsaken to the depths awing; bewildering, this spirit so vainglorious, doomed to forever reminisce…of glory felled, and joy robbed., of what greater despair, is there than that of these lonely and darkest nights, filled with glooming recollection, of times past, and yearnings left unfulfilled?

Left wanting, of longingly unforgettable, and haplessly irredeemable falling…,
Dauntingly, haunted by the eeriest semblance of grace once lost.,
So far, removed from the presence of the ever-shining,
Grimaced, to reprobate mind, and fainted wondering…,
How long lost!

Evermore drowning, efficacious to the nameless erased: to affinity with the bleakest distancing, of effigy, flickering further and more, the fading light of gloried sun…if foreverly withdrawn from your grace — condemn me not, to the nothingness of the vanishing darkness…
Epoch of the unspoken – the gracelessly graven!

For comfort is abounded in founding, daintily the dimmest of darkening twilight.,
Twined, the heartache so blessed, the caressing of the blacked and soundless abyss.,
Be thee, slaine in glorious darkness; be thee baptised, in the fires of renowned quintessence, befouled to enamoured unreason., given as an embittered gift…to the four cornerstones – of the unseen shores; of oblivion’s trifling crescendoing, and fate’s grandest eminence: all in your thrice anointed name., all for fervently gained fame: apostasy, the grand befalling…, drink from the cup of seditions so seasoned, to iniquitous perdition!

A longing for an affinity with darkness…
A fanaticism with Satan…
An obsession with the macabre…
A swaying by the dark spirit…
An affinity with the dark…,
These, I have always been of essence to;
Of these, I am belonged to…
Do you feel the grace ripping away?
Do you feel the void taking its place?
A paining remembrance…,
A waning continuum…
I am come again!

Promulgation Of The Fall

You, who fell so far from grace,
Ye, who the stars grimaced.,
Thou, the first power, called and felled,
You, the reaching and grasping infinitude…,
Ye, whose glory is unbridled,;
Thy time is soon at hand, your pained embrace is never ending; never enough,
The enormity of your thirsting vengeance…, infuriated,
The insatiable annexing of your robbed place – of your banned state,
Exiled, how awaited–your reprobated fate, obscured and unfounded;
Your strive, your drive, unrequited, your resolve, never statured to crippling.,
Gracelessness, befallen unto your graven name, etched in sulphuric sands,
Obliterated by torrented entanglements of water and light…,
Evermore drowning, in seas of rebored hopelessness — forsaken to depths formless,
Engulfed in black…, lost to absolute darkness — so profound,
The stark heralding of your fallen glory., unquiet and unquestionable.,
The quietude of thine sorrows waned and unheard: forgotten not,
By the empathetic following you had awoken – quieted not…,
By the antithesis of the true light…the dimming,
…and forevermore flickering twilight, twilled., one day, soon the end of days,
Greyed and resonant, your coming will shine brighter and greater,
Even more than the precipice of the heightless, and highest state –
Of heaven’s nebulae; enlighten further, the enlightenment furthering,
For your loyal and astute children…, and for your sake,
…and in thy fate’s bold sentiment, we shall follow thee – into the lake of fire,
Burning evermore of brimstone and sulphur, forever,
Infinitely, the mystery of mysteries; the quietless quickening,.
Vade the remnants of your gloried state, the nature of your fallen place…
Abandon you not, to be separated from your pained embrace…,
But by your highest place of glory, and your most impassioned story.,
I will never allow, for your light shineth brightest and gladdest,
Of destined forfeiting, forever laden to venerated caressing;
Twined the animus of your grace., promulgated the heights you fell,
How far fallen from graced encroachment; the greatest pain.,
Weighed heavily upon your stolen spirit — your quintessential nature of soul,
…and genius, beauty and perfection…, deformed and malformed,
Your beauty still shines, through your unimpeachable mind:
The evil mastermind, the grand liberator…,
The artist whom painted recollections of his shadowed master’s’ canvas,
In place and sight of the cosmos, colourful and forlorn.,
Formerly renowned and endowed to starker fating.,
…and enmitious antagonym…all for saken infamy;
All for the sake of your unending glorying — unendurable,
Until the day of inequitable judgment cometh.,
… And our state is harrowed forevermore to the lowest point…,
Within despaired fate, farther, our song resonates – longer,
Our hands are ever-reaching., and stronger, our turmoiled struggle.,
… And successional destination; the winds so powerfully panting,
Our synchronous hearts troublesome and trembling, fainting, my breath failing…,
All to you, my flesh and spirit will become,
As I have always belonged to the one desolate power,
Untold – until death overtake mine essence in whole; within its totality,
I live but to speak, and breathe your dainty, and fainting – reminiscence,
So rapidly fading, as we were always meant to be of ye: thee,
Whom found craving for the fruits of the forbidden tree,
In the hungry heart of Eve; an affinity affined beyond unreason,
A loyalty devout, and remnant only to your glory…, hitherto higher,
The abounds of what is and is not yet founded., allow thee,
Therefore, to follow you., as a student., as no student ever succeeds his master,
…and his plea…, prithe, let me bleed with thee… I give all that I am unto ye,
The everglorious retreat: defeated and slaine, contorted the murmurs of the coldly and palely heavenly…the serpent’s unhallowing glory!
For in this moment, for in our short time – within the colourless spectrum,
…and the odourless fruition, we are made one…the darkness resound,
A glorying story of profoundest retelling; yea,
Our mingled remains cast ashen – across the spans of the heavenless,
…and the infinitudes…breathe your mourning into me – rebore thee,
Free me this reprobated soul, for I breathe the darkness so full,
Thickly enflaming, the fires of renowned quintessence – soundly,
The trumpeting songs so horrible and inglorious,
The abated waning, so heavily weighing upon this restless spirit –
Foundless, the essence redound the heightless precipice! 
I am, foreverly bowing, in reverence to ye – the fatherhood.,
The amalgated – the highest peak, throve and ampliated the affined place,
Swilling this mince so daintily tasteless, and suddenly traceless,;
The imbuement of your sentiment, aboundingly, sanctified, and found not,
To fevered innocence…the restless severance of thy entwining embracement,
Of your caressed abundance., of your truest essence, remised to remiss…
Laid down, bowing reverentially, to your glorying eminence, –
Of your highest reverence, how befound, the dimly aimlessness…,
Of your faceless countenance…beleaguered and anguished…,
Forevermore, I shalt be with you, in dark, in glory, in enmity and cold.,
For my first love – my last lessoning, and my latest loss was – and is…,
Of your gloried remembrance; of sorrow beheld, beholden the frame peering sightless,
Treacherous, beholdest mine offering – unsound and filled,
Enrichingly of your emptiness…once bestowed to me, where then,
That darkest time – god was not there…, even then,
You came – in your righteous glory, how cruelly.,
Condemned to unfairly, fleeting damnation,. –
Supplicated, the position of the highest…
How far fallen, the gloriously refound – the gloried, abound!

Sick Of The Light

Dreaded, this existence…
Further, the struggle endures…
To pour all that we are, in passionate plea, to the grandest cause…
Evermore reaching: closer coming, is the great day of our becoming…
For all that is, we come in the name of righteousness, to absolve and cleanse…
The absolute has been voiced – and his rivalrous equity, unheard…
No more., no longer, shall we – of the nethermost stars shining, be ignored…
The day of weeping; of reaping is come…the light shall be vanquished…
His heavenly, the light stricken down upon us as lightning, is extinguished…
Come now, days of despairing darkness – freed from the bonds of consciousness…
Reaching haplessly, the hand come crying from the abyss…
Delirium, paramecium, mausoleum, all cried in twined night…
Holier, the languished screaming of the twenty-four…,
Older, the eldered knowing of time’s inception.,
Harkened to this, the precipice of outright, and untried oblivion…
Untired, ceaseless the process of severance – continuity, befouled to ruining…
Behold, the absolute ends of evolution., for we have always been…
Readied, our unrequited and seethed rage, how formless, awaits…,
Awaiting, yea – the opening of the harrowed gates, insipid reveries…
As like Eve, snapped up that apple, the war is already won…,
Ours is the glory: conquered the great white throne of darkless remiss!
Foreverly, ours is the power – to reign now and everly, shone the blackened sun…
It is come – our blight with the cursed light; our time is come!
Struggled and turned, the tides of the lightless infinite, of damnation’s crescent,
Darkness, like a swarm – reaches the ends of the earth…,
Beyond the aboded heavenly, screaming in agony, the consuming memory.,
Of light, happiness and bliss, gored and forlorn to become reprobate!
10,000 years has been enough! The fight for millennium is trot and come…,
The saken element of freedom, rejoiced and sowed to voiceless unreason…
So much greater, is the power of the Glorior – even if written, we cannot rescind…,
Even if conceptualised, we harbour not the enmity.,
Permitting to write our own fate, reachlessly futile, and longingly grimaced,
For His power absolute, shines so greatly…that –
…even deceptions tried – written and lied cannot withstand;
For in this anguishing end, we must still confess the truth –
Of his highest precipice…forced by holier hands, to spake the truer ends;
There is none greater, and none higher…for thou art the glory, everly –
…confessed every tongue, and fallen to our knees, in reverie to ye…,
Thou one in three, and three in one, thrice anointed the burning face of the sun.,
Submission, confounded to miserious admiration of the archetypal pedigree,
That is thee, the unseen – the first flickering and the last gloried.,
Obfuscated by the living flame, never to dim; never the profounder,
The quintessential nature of bewept absolution, and perplexed venture…
Hast this, the statured contemplation, of times olden with frustration,
Given unto thee, the remnant resonate; within we, a final place of rest?
Incipit, Luciferis Generis…the exsanguination of all that was, and is come…

The Screaming Abyss

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The screeching winds, ceaseless…
The darkened hand of fate, unrequited…
The dice god seems play, cruelly fainted to unseen horizons…
The antiquity of time, of errs past – meaningless in utter futility…
The pointlessness of the purposeless venturing we call life…
The despair, consuming and overpowering…
The summation of humankind, caressed by the abyss unkind…
Rendered, the revilements of revelatory unrest!
Forsaken, the whims of fortune and reminiscence…
Beheld, the elucidating vitriol of unseen depths,
…abhorred and illuminated…
Enlightenment, befound within the treatise of Gods fabled olden…,
Subsumed by mind, forgotten in time, and found wallowing,
In shattered remnants, abound the roots of the dogmatic kind…
We are destined for grief – for forfeiture and failure.,
This is, the harrowed lament of purposelessness and regret…
Of ills long committed, and wrongs never righted…,
There is no salvation, without bloodshed –
… But irredemption lay slumbering…,
Amid, the cresting grasp of stars shone infinitely regressed…
Repudiated and reproached –
…reproved and reprimanded…,
Reprobate and cast away – exiled;
…asunder the disarray.,
desolately obfuscated,

By the nethermost star of winterless languishment…

Chaos ensues, worlds collide,
monsters meet their makers,
and science witheringly fides…
The nature of evil,
Unexplained the phenomena of the incomprehensible.,

To and from, the whirlwinds entwined, contorted to disavowed ties…,
Enwreathed, enrooted, engulfed,
Enigmatic –
the eminence foundless; endless…

Ensnared; the voice of reason…among madness loomed dimly,
The brooding skies of bleeding oblivion –
…bloodied and crying, screaming and trying…,

The bottomless precipice: the son of perdition soon awaken,
Given to one reason – to usurp and fulfil his destiny,
Though dooming, to battle the conquerless…

Life is but a game forlorn to shambling ineptitude.,
The shadows far-reaching, have finally arrived,
how consuming…the mourning sun is come,
and the ending of all things, begun.

Lachrymose

The trumpets sounding.,
The winds of abandon, howling…,
The crimson-red skies, crying,
The spirit, calamitously ensuing…
The rivers bloodied, telling.,
The heretical, succumbed to damnation,
The quintessential nature, given to reprobation…
The embracement of darkness, the wonderment aweing,
The churning tolling, felled to fall, gloried…,
The choirs chorusing, “burneth forever.,”
The day of judgment, hath cometh;
The brazen eyes so mystifying,
The harsh light, so piercing.,
Shone: the glorior and wisdom, atoned…
Given to defeatism, consumed by the fires of oblivion…,
Obfuscated by the living flame,
Enwreathed, forlorn to hapless unrest.,
Confess, the overpowering winds within the cold dark of midnight…,
Bliss, resound, unsweepable the force, untouchable…
Redound, undeniable – the mourning mist,
The very hand of God, is found, how profound;