Of the most intricate delicacy, of the most vibrant febricity,
Behold you were borne in oaken olive oil, we wept you in gravest contempt…

Of these feelings, the profoundest is despair,
So fulfilling in its sweetly depraved emptiness,
In its sorrowful embrace: a lamenting embrasure so involute…
To long is to aspire, to aspire is to inspire others to do the same:
…know none are alone in their pains and stressing tomorrows,
For all are of unequaled antithesis to antiquated meaninglessness.

The emptiness we feel is of essence to what is definitively ascribed ‘longing.’  
We long for more, we yearn for adjourned mourning…we detest in bravest contest,
We strive with unbridling stride,
…and we conceivably dream to perceivably gleam,
But desolating hymns of orating calamity for vengeful verses,
…of contemptuous futility – of dualistic forbearance and foreboding tragedy…

Forsakenly begotten to the wind’s timeless dust,
Within empty nothingness, eternally condemned to a place so malcontent,
Of blissful obscurity and ignorant insecurity;
Behold, of these holy things, of your seditious pleas,
We implore esoteric secrecies, for reasons of ruinous vermination,
Upon altars of supremacist insatiability,
To the edges, and to the brink of unfound heresy…

From the precipice of unsound glory, of reprise and demise,
Of succession and incessant uprising, for which damnation has no history,
But the bleakly foretold sum of yesterday and tomorrow –
Where the morning mist dews not,
…and where vultures sing songs of haughty vehemence,
To determinacy and vociferously capricious lunacy…from floodgates long unfounded,
To the kingdoms far beyond the forest horizons, whence the sun sets naught,
But for eternity, midnight cloaks all of existence’s cold winter-moons,
Where defeatist sorrow doth lament,
And the deathless surely propagate…deplore this place,

Disgrace of me with miasmic distaste…
For the disastrous reckoning that is to come,
Will no more the likely be undone, as the abominably uncreated loathe…,
With rivalrous liturgy and resurged reprobation,
Where the fornicated are no more the less liberated,
Within diplomacy and supremacy…
Comes the eminent insurrection, the grandest of rebellions…
…the day of absolute resurgency for a world filled with so much uncertainty…

This is a place of negated demoralization, where defeat is only matched.,
But by conquering victory– of forfeiture and hapless finality,
Of dismal gleams so atavistic,
Where we contrite the dreaded outcomes of failures so delightful,
…of desire so delectable…refraction of the paradigm,
A retraction of the supposition…,

So rapidly abstract, so revealingly grotesque,
…in its inglorious splendor and blackened resplendence…
Of unreality, so surrealistically unflattering, a triad of shifting contextures,
Of schooling conjectures, a maddening whisper so horribly redeemed,
By faceless horrors of unknowable contortion – with notion of motioned decadence,
With facets of fireless torments…of these, of this – of you and of us,

We are forever ridden with cursed unreachability, of hourly remembrance,
Of that past so hauntingly harrowing, with waning immutability…
Stripped of all pride, far removed from the tide – hopelessness endures here,
Viscerally retaliatory, for the miserably flagellated.,
…and defamatorily ripened facets of darkness undone in depletion,. 

And light interceding without willowed or returned commission.,
of succulent intermissions, so abrasively lost within loneliness so solemn,
forged with fire, blood and iniquity – inflammatorily receded,
to the enormously conflicting, and engramic aspectual enigma,
Of infusion so cohort with twistedly villainous melodies of –
Voraciously dissuaded frailties, so ravishingly demanding,
For recanting a rekindling depth of fallen regret,
…so surfaced with commutability, and unvoiced regression.

Sorrow overwhelming me, these feelings leading me…,
To derelict I am but forsaken, and alone, solemnly, eternally –
…and though the senseless despair rings cold within,
The whispering winds, there is reassurance,
A sparkling sense of comfort with the dark,
And its most formless macabre embrace…
For within this gloomily darkened embrasure…,

A bond so binding is forlornly doomed bounding, with appraised reaffirmation,
…and unheard vociferous attest, a harkening trumped is sound – so harrowing,
Is the resonance of this reverberating sensation…
Rising forth from the marbled floor,
Manifesting, into personhood –
Replicating ghastly within engrossed malformation, and reputed fating…

The writhing hatred, so resonated within my fibres, within my very essence – of soul,
The waning of the darkness, beckoning…to come home, to submit the bereaved spirit,
The sorrow, overwhelmingly consuming, quintessentially, the anguishing revelry…
The whispering winds, these foreboding voices…telling me to kill, chanting, repetitively…
“Hostis Humaniis Generis,” this disdained scorn for the enemies of god, and as we, the legionnaire, as thou, one – amidst the fiery flames of blissful oblivion…, we, are legion;

Herenowto, the precipice of endless eminence, behold, the mystery eternal – yea, beholden, that ancient abstraction, that antiquated infraction, he, they – thou, three in one, tritely, sowed unto discordance, and abhorrence, from here to eternity’s end, the fire will self-sustain, the flickering shall not be so easily overcome by the dreadsome end.  
It shall not be abstained…, the cycle, the struggle, ov life and ov death – enshrouded in these eternalising flames, of rebellion, repented to shallow obscurity…for the flickering was once, and is once – the beginning, and the ending…, the fires, errorless, everlastingly, obfuscating the tides of escaping air, helplessly, abound to estranged grounding, how’t, the marring is everly-frowned, venerating, poignantly, abject to formless voiding, reviled to depthless felling, contempt, by disjunctive albescent, wrathfully forced to judgment,

Before the greatest white throne, redound to the bornless idea, honed to the caressing quietus, unsoundly riotous, disavowed, uncrowned, before the slaine lamb, of the highest remand, upon this cliff, so profoundly dimensionless, without essence or precipice…,
Whereto now, the animus musters urgently onwards, towards the bannered halls of glory, confound; tither to, the Glorior, amidst the acclaimed place – of heavenly embrace, of sovereign enthronement, of unwoven atonement, hither then, justified, by absolutist appeal, concordant to the enatic will, of the highest one, ordained, peerlessly, endlessly, contrite the consequence, of bethroned malcontent…,

Deemed foundry to the one quintessential amend, of the fires, ever-burning, attested, infringed…where the torments are ceaseless, and the thirst, quenchless – the mount’ of olives, sanctified, desecrated, consumed by the dusts of time, and resplendence…how’t,
The forlorner presence, of a power far realer, reaching further, reachless, this tided repeal…for there is none higher, for there is none greater, for his is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, foreverly, eternally, endlessly, and evermore, amen – to the throne of fiery fluorescence, pearly, aflame whiten marbles, of taintless availing, fell reeling, this fallen halo, of broken wings, and hapless repugnance…,

Reasonless, pointless – the venture, forfeited, and futile, artlessly, speechless, the unheard terror, the unspeakable grimness, dimmingly confined to brooding bleakness, denied, the gift, so innumerably blessed, but one acquainted kiss, before mine appointment is drawn nearer, to the midnight, and lightless abyss…, lost, aloft the loftless hopelessness of the most despairingly wistful, and disheartening entanglement, arranged, and wed – to the fireless darkness, enveloped, by countless efflorescence,
Orated to embracement, by the emptiness, ruinously awash, the longingly-bewept haplessness, of the grandest condemnation, revelled, but found to the finality of reprobation, and wasting desolations, coined the darker side of fortune, abased to the nihilist, conflicted, spiritually, vilesome, amid the oracles, deranged, afamed these pessimists…, enshrined, to be refound, upon’st the resounded golden embrasure, emblazoned the etches, reformed, the crevices, uncouth, by times cruel hands – sated by the sands of timelessness, fated, to an eternity of lacking recollection,

Of unembraced, and boundless, the pained remembrance…only doomed to be forgotten, to the monoliths and giants of time’s coldly harrowing touch, of the glimpse unforeseen, again…never to be received, unto the ends of the expansionless…, affronted, the infancy of conception, romanticized by wonderment, and wandering, rivers, homelessly dried, found to the bane, the endlessly reaching flames, subsequently subjugated at the formed tops and tips, of the fiery precipices,
Stabbed, upon the merciless fronts – of furious winds, of illuminating pits…where then, the crisp precipices of the fiery flames, of eternalising gloom, are but beset – to the foot, and the hoof…, subordinate, the antithesis, the antithetical king, of glory unknown, is – to the emblematic, the crowned, and the unfound, harrower ghost of paled damnation, the master deception, the first inception, and the last perfection – even he, the greater of kings, is enigmatically broken, and defeated…

Subject to the divinest judgments, so fiercely afire, afar, the burning oceans, vastly, the shored abounds, amassed, the preeminence, endingly, the tail, breathing sulphur, nevermore, to be availed, one fleeting moment of freedom from this tormenting separation, so abhorrently disturbed, and passionately, implored – faintness, unto the crimson skies, where the kingdom once was, before it died…,
Farewell, bid thee gone, chains of life, how harrowed, the unknown future, of destination, is to be…, where finally, freedom exists, as life was never meant to be…how in death, our spirits, quintessentially, are truly freed, conscious, and awakened, the resemblance of their dualistic fating, and gleaming personification., hapless, for we live once – and when death doth come, as it surely shall, flee not – but be compelled to undertake the immutably unspoken wake…

Invoke thee, freedom, discordantly reviled enmity, how harrower, and bleaker, the facets without you – and greater, and brighter, the life with thee…Glorior, Adonai, accept thee, refine me, endarkenly consume me, in fibre, and amnesty – relinquish this ached and antiquated soul, unshackle thee, from the confines of this fouled flesh, unrested, until reckoning cometh, nextly…your countenance shone gloriously upon thee, defeatingly slaine, in your subservice, in your gleeful entreaty…,
Reunite us, onto death – lose us, these memories not, for love conquers all – and your battled conquering over the old serpent, and abstract spirit, evidences this, the compelling power, that is love – reigning, endlessly, over animosity, loathing and all-consuming hatred.

Gabriel’s Account of the Grandest Befalling:
The defeating, so profound, in its’ desolated fleeting…
The fall, the great felling, forsakenly reviled, to predestined hell.
So alluring, is that tale so dark, of the eminent insurrection, of the grandest betrayal, how stark,
So consuming, the conceivability of this gesture, so glooming, the sentimentality of these measureless parts,
The vilesome nature, of a brooding enmity, so endemically harsh, of intricacies and frailty, harked,
The inanimately, the absurdity so blatantly trodden, the formality, so ravishingly luminous, how quaint, the antithetical account,

II

Embark,
Profound, is this overbearing sense of loss, redound, this despairingly haunted emptiness, confound, the longingly lonesome yearning, how conflicted, the overburdened weight of a thousand, thousand crucifixes…
Perplexing, the notion, far-stretching, the embrasure seems open, far-reaching, the precipice, never to receive, the amassed enrichment,
Entrenchment,
The consequential fault of us all – of mortality, of forfeiture and dismay, conveyed, henceforth the disdain, dissident, the splendour of the repellent…, gored and assured, of that failing contemplation, to the rivalry so indwelling, the powers, so unwelcoming,
Disingenuously,
The encroachment seems ever sought, without plot, plighted this inconceivability, so haughty,
Endearingly,
The wretched desolation, so failingly dissolutive, how pleasing, the reaping of this grandeur, so engrossingly entreated,
Tolling,
The telling, so underwhelming, compelling, the nature of betrayal, so toiling, how appalling, the state, so bleakly unsettling,
Confessedly, the recipe for destruction requires but one drink, necessitated, the heretical scorn of man, the destructive path, woven upon mishap,
Maddeningly,
The craftily cunning waters of deep, stunningly, the abysmal conjecture, confided within sleep,
The saddening portrait never availed, or unveiled, to reprising light, however darkened,
Tragedy, the ornamentally darkening, darkly, the convergences seem run sands, sinking,
Haplessly,
The attitudinal displacement – of mind and body, quintessential to the spark of life and soul, how caressingly evoken, to quietude in somnolence, so carelessly bound to the lethargic sound of the resound,
Solemnly,
Encircled, the shadowed prism, so fractured, and so richly, the sweetness of the olden depravity, how’t unhappily, the grimacing face of void, obliviously, the raptured empirically, how fearfully, and wonderfully ablaze, the waned, acclimated,
Pained, the treacherously lecherous adversity, but acclaimed, the enflamed sentience, frayed, the pertinence so glamorously, morosely unkempt, unkindly, the namelessly touchless, expressively, the waking horror, repressed, the masquerade, so blessedly depressed,
Amassed,
Surmised to reason, entitled to formless treason, how’t confessedly…beyond the frail nature of the beast, emblazoned to the surrealism, of this encroaching reality.