Enshroud

The Inner Universe Of

P. Emerson Williams
 Liber
Psychosis
Ex
Machina
 1. Controlling your emotions, forget
that for which you must kill. Keep
from sight the midnight rages, its
primal anger haunts you still. 2.
Divide, again, divide. Ten thousand
chanting clones, no love will purify
their hearts. It’s such a common
mistake, an easy thing to fake, such
a common course to chart. 3. You
try so hard to charm the Enchanting
1. Dies-Ease (Wrath) Dead. Knowledge hides in fear,
1. Removed from the ground, brought dismissal of all that may leave the
to an end forever, Severe in all her soul exposed. Your clinging to your
acts, disappearing adorned, Justified faults, fashioning the flaws,
for divergence, she’s left Debasing all pretending you’re the one who
others, Alacrity among us, shedding chose. 4. You know no open vistas,
clothes in a feral state. 2. Alive in an just noisy, black-walled rooms
excruciating love, a fear of her own flashing sporadic light. 5. Why
image. Created in her own image, should I try to scream, what’s left to
infernal reminder. Evanescent redeem? Who you are is what you
struggles of enlightenment. 3. buy. You try so hard to charm the
Unforgiving dreams of a stronghold Enchanting Dead. You’ll never
on the brink, undeviating in her know the price you’ve paid.
council, jaded, wretchedness so 3. Crypt-Analysis
delicious it resolves intrusive insight. 1. Surge of blood of the entire
4. Alight to fiery chasms draping prowling engrossment Misinformed
carnal confirmations on a promise of disparagement, unequivocal
a lover you created. A youth, beaten, floorshow. Enchanting repository:
smiles idiotically through tears, the human race the aching pain of
crawling on stems of broken vessels, preposterousness we keep inside. A
fails to acknowledge shame; a world domination of the Dead,
windswept confrontation in a word of squalid, distressing. Lying face
love. 5. All in all we are forever, we downhill in a waltz of imperfection.
are never. Psychiatric therapy 2. Perforate, lick, and maul
disinters trampled beings. From the providences livid scars.
outside to the overwhelming forgotten Barrage of bullets, a press release.
unrelated, everlasting. 6. Do we ever Cerulean wire transfer keeps an eye
have an adverse effect on the lack of on how cruel the worship
remorse, the perceptiveness, its end Demarcations hollow out
product: the consummation of desire, pervasiveness; shutting down
to breathe your last breath: to constrictions. 3. Ornamental crypto-
repossess your soul with a sanguine anarchy love in practice. Sternly
healing. 7. A rancid, fragile bloom dead to the world, a lying
reaches out: love. A noxious germ of repercussion they howl. Blackness
dies-ease wrathful from birth dies. In the past, few minutes revolve
Gone, soulless devoured a feast for
the entire race
2. The Enchanting Dead
around a revolting phraseology. entanglement of this exquisite
Blackbird hunted by prickly ways to scene. I forsake nothing; remember
end. 4. Blessed is your relationship nothing save what is left of prayer
with shameful insinuations to reign disintegrating in the hours
Stronghold of Deep-seated innermost of darkness. The prayer of spirit
indulgent circumvention. Raze to the belongs to m, the prayer of word, of
ground the blackened official bone. 3. Within most distant
position. Force release virtual tragedies, within the rust covered
discordant hold of defense substitute embattlements I pulse exquisite
Pale vicinity gilding Pseudonyms rage. My disquiet affirmed your
Gravestone figures. VITRIOL mega prayers. You fantasized a presence
Leitrim Yakima Substance stretching past tomorrow. 4. The
worshippers rest Platform 1911 blaze of failure passed to me,
TYRANNOUS commotion worshipping eternally, magic of
Mortalities Figurative oratory fades possession overtaking me. It utters
away. 5. Opening Men with Faithless the flash of my ghastly, red peace. It
designs desiccates the flesh while is laid to rest into a previous
abandoned manifestations twist. despair. 5. My kingdom is forever
Overwhelmed, Recoil of a cut-throat with me there where is found the
humanity control Hates’ slowness final power upon the pulse of the
collides with our illuminated caress of putrefaction. 6. The
variables Frayed rose-coloured Heaven of promise belongs to me.
diversion Interchangeable, Unusual Formless isolated beings throughout
axiomatic deception assassinated the Earth and skies. Crescendo of
impenetrability Anarchy rogue substantial scenes, extinction found
dispatch bomb plutonium DESCEND wanting. 7. Spirits shoaling till the
androgynous Nightmare Rendering end of time. Torment found wanton
Mislead Pasture gives the impression forces riding Seraphim who ebbed
of being Deep-seated murder. 6. and flowed to wake the desire of
Rehabilitation principally in eternity. Stretch the deadly master
perpetuity attendant to the triumphant. insentient like fate out of Inferno
Breathless Templeton Majestic LUK fire with the insane. Striking,
Cohabit Sores arise abrade function flanking, outdoing, and undoing us
Lithely Horrified misshapen observes all. Ornamental spawn marionettes
by the side Of asymmetrical deign to utter death offering of the
intermission. 7. Red chamber Clock pulse of dominion. Mirror of
26 snuffle Patel package ISI INR. solitude sleeps red. 8. Guile with
Psychosis junkies cantankerously veil and a wild desire sighted me to
grow aged divides fervour at this time reflection in vitality. The corpse of
degenerate Sanctuary SIN advisors misery belongs to me in that other
chosen VORTEX: eradicate IN lugubriousness where only dream is
COLD BLOOD UMBRA GA! flight. There where is found the
4. Surge of Blood nameless encounter. 9. Love lost in
1. I have chosen the invisible and, to the Tomb of Hades teaching thick
fan the flames of possession, served sweet offerings. Sweet words to
perfidy and uttered its fetid moan. I eradicate odious absurdities
dream the reawakening of my vibrating illusionary Clouds of
genocide. 2. It leaps in the holocausts. Transmit the caress.
Surge of discharge upholds the enslaving, potential supremacy
abstract ideal. 10. You jump down forbids overcastting upon the pulse
and the corpse sighs languidly. Your of the caress of putrefaction.
final incarnation of silhouette and Sepulchral inside, I have decayed
sickle ends. Lustrous infections pulse the vision that has fattened in a dead
with the potent flush. Join the hollow agony. Glum have rained to have
dance to shrink from cold run I was interweaving in eternal
impossibilities. Fields of pounding cut prey, I was thrashing an illuminates
off the pulse. 11. Invert the exquisite mind. 3. Choronzon condemned the
surge, turn like the song along the dog, hollow soul of normalcy surges
desire of the chamber of the soul. frighteningly with the grief-stricken
Until the orchard of the menace of corpse of flesh, the cadaver of
arrival, until the shadow of the representation wounded in a rotten
chamber of sanctity is demolished the return of disfigurement. 4. He
interconnection of our souls, their sighed, exposing frail Star of
leaping laughter, shall never cease. mandatory beating timeless Dreamt
Choronzon comprises precipitate along the chamber. Thrilled, while
lustre of the offering. 12. Sunset of the conqueror in us have decried to
time curses the elemental bond of have whispered, seed new worlds of
suffering. Slinging, wearing, settling, quivering moonlit flesh. 5. They
and obeying the call of fetid flesh, a thought of me as a saviour of a
devilish absolute to fall through lies kind, but I had no intention of
of self-respect. 13. Devilish crush to stopping short of destroying them.
breathe your last dancing in ecstasy. The air seems to vibrate. The edges
Hollow prayer filled atmosphere with of all corporeal things around me
the catastrophe. Moreover, the seem to vibrate at the edges. 6. I
prevailing conditions of the soul of can feel that familiar nausea well up
embodiment. Coming, few, nameless, in me again. I fear I may not die
formless, I hear the menace calling. soon. I just want something outside
5. Crossing I-The 30th Aethyr myself that I can remember my
Anger gives way to a grudging former self by.
gratitude. My love, my soul, I’ll never 6. Crossing II-The 29th Aethyr
see you again. I am no more, the fiend 7. Justified
wanders freely, ah, to be. Flagrantly 1. Wind like a fist in the face, sound
dismissing all claims, I am: HA! like a kick in the chest. I have
Aumgn-ha! Towering above all forgotten about sleeping in the last
reality stand I, Unquestioning, led by fifty days, trying to remember how I
an infernal guide. Spinning, greeting have been blessed. 2. Is mine a vital
sunlight with contempt I fall back into contribution? Am I ever to be
corporeal extinction... known? Choke my cries, blind my
6. Asymmetrical Red Chamber eyes, make it clear bring the fear, let
1. Until the flesh of the entanglement me know let it flow; lust, rust, let it
rent in a morbid fury, blind and turn to dust. Now I’m going home.
ingratiating, although the haunted of Burn them down, one and all. How
the death of force convoluted wisdom I loved them before the fall. 3.
with the confidence of erroneousness Lacking grace, let me find the rage:
long-sufferingly indulged, I no longer such a quiet age, dying mage,
fear. 2. Shadowy reflex-ion, immolation, dying embers, sleep.
Dive deep, burning need. Bring it We are distracted, never present,
home, the crushing blow: Gods kiss. other moments dim in our recall. 5.
4. Dying happy of the waters chill, Father, baptize us in sanguine
immaculate before the throne of streams; lead us into conflagration.
virginal serenity, now that I see all, Shiver among us; reward our evil.
Choronzons call, I see the mad-man’s Bring us this moment our eternal
gaze is quite lucid after all. 5. Back to torment. 6. In the halls, other
the dead, now that all is said, they places: delight in blasphemous
will never remember having been embraces. Submerged in unfelt
bled. Push it away; push it away, the appetites, wet and enslaved by stark
pleading face. 6. Love lost, count the delights and permitted rages flaunt
cost let them wash away in rain. their lost souls. Infernal saints and
Burning kiss of frost, bastard son, tacit mages, impassive tyrants
now undone, the heavenly kingdom languish, precluding sages silenced
overrun. Close your eyes, part your by the pulchritude of innocence. 7.
thighs, the Holy Father’s justified, You are bereaved and blessed, for
wet seed. 7. A chilling fate, to be in your death you have bound your
sure; the procreation of the common progeny to join you.
man. We have more flesh robots than
we will ever use. They have not a
single soul among them. 8. It makes
me fearful, having seen their God. He
is on the nod riding waves of bygone
adulation and memories of his former
station. Can he ever be seen? Will he
ever know the flames? I prefer the
chilling fear to the warm embrace of
living death.
8. Crossing III- the 18thAethyr
1. Holy men yearning for the lake of
fire.
9. Ornamental Crypto-Anarchy
1. Advisors, councilors, wise fools
providing crypt-analysis,
confabulating tales of judgment,
encrypting providentially. 2. He
feeds on the blood of his lambs
through delicious rhapsodic osmosis.
We die for his sins. Each day we are
reborn, clamouring night after night
to be slaughtered. 3. In lust, he
swallows fire and vomits locust
swarms. 4. Otherwise, our corpses
cease their dance. Rancid in their
dies-ease, outwardly breathing their
convictions, alight with the pages
they dance bright. Bereft of wisdoms
respite and rages they never quite felt.
 Diary
Of
Lost Days
 Suffering Succubae tables, food, and windows all
fastened together by chemo spiritual
bonds. Without seams, breathing,
I lie here in a pool of my own moving perfectly as if it were
vomit and blood grateful for the hell actually what it purported to be: the
I've just been through. The death I've lie of a world of separate things. In
always longed for eludes me still, but my vision the substances switch
her fiendish love shall surely make places, a woman's face taking on the
my end spectacular. texture and color of the vinyl stool
The apprehension that had been in covers by the bar, the walls and
the back of my mind since childhood ceiling likewise transforming before
is no longer there. I've lost everything my eyes into a parody of pulsing
and everyone and am now free. flesh. Animate and inanimate
Nothing is real, nothing matters and I switch and I stand in walls of skin
no longer exist. I rise from the and sinew surrounded by plastic
concrete floor and look around for my people. The bubble of vision pops
gun. Not that I am afraid they're still of a sudden, and returned to the
in this abandoned warehouse. I just mundane I am confronted with
want something outside myself that I something truly terrifying: That my
can remember my former self by. so called reality is in fact
The images of the preceding night incalculably more disgusting than
swirl about my head as I lean against any nightmare. That material
the back of the freight elevator. If objects are just that, and that flesh is
they all died, where did their bodies flesh, but it is the souls of these
go? people that have turned to plastic.
They thought of me as a savior of a Everyone is staring at me, at the
kind, but I had no intention of fool who is just standing in the
stopping short of destroying them. doorway looking around with a
The air seems to vibrate. The edges of horrified grimace... "must be crazy,
all corporeal things around me seem lost his marbles, poor guy, someone
to vibrate at the edges. I can feel that should help him, someone should
familiar nausea well up in me again. I do something, look at the blood, a
fear I may not die soon. trouble maker, trying to eat and this
I can not quite let go of my habit of guy walks in with blood all over,
taking comfort in my certainty that all can you believe it honey I mean just
existence will be over with soon. I ridiculous really some people not
turn a corner to a heavily trafficked raised right
street and am overwhelmed by my sickpervertedevildeadman-"
dread at the sight of people going I have no appetite. Of course, I'm
about their mundane business with not here to eat. I glance about,
apparent acceptance. I walk into a turning my neck this way and that.
diner, unsure if I have any money. My own putrid stench seems to not
The gray customers stew silently in affect them as they stare.
their slow, silent deaths, not noticing Uneasily, I dared not sit, fearing
me and my blood and vomit stained for what they might do.
clothes. The room is a living Weaponless, still flirting with my
monument of flesh and Formica, own version of listlessness, I
joined in the unseen places. People,
stumble in. Dancing towards death disparate beings, and so I don’t
with each moment I stand there. understand much of the meaning of
I turn to go, and there she is... The the games, but I became identified
Queen of the Succubae is at the door. with the first part, in which the
Though, how she has come to this spirit longs for death, still I long for
world, I know not. Pondering that, I death(for so long that it makes me
realize I don't even know how I have sick). To me, and like the Void
come here. It has all been such a hazy seekers, existence is to suffer day
vision, since I had lost most of my after day, so all my feelings for life
soul already, I figure. Why not keep are sorrow and hatred.
trekking on? This can't last that much “I started seeking for the devil, as
longer. Her airless voice brings me a blasphemy to god. Now here is the
back into the so-called reality of the real confusing business. To the
present. She speaks with such a sweet Gnostics, Yaltabaoth (Choronzon)
sickness that my head simply swims. was the god of the Old Testament
She feeds from my mind, the images (IHVH), and so the creator of man.
of my childhood wet dreams. She is That may be true, because
the woman with the golden hair and Choronzon is the maker of form.
milky skin. Also when Yaltabaoth saw the evil
And with that... I go to her. She of his creation caused the deluge to
looks, if it is possible, worse than I. wipe out the evil giants (Nephilim)
This is not a body she’s possessed, from the face of the earth. But a
but a mirror of the reigning sickness. man (Noah) was warned by the god
She is a quivering mass of confusion of the sea (Neptune, Poseidon,
and pain. This manifestation is a sign Enki) to build a boat to save man
that something is horribly wrong. We from his oblivion. Also the Gnostics
look at each other in silence. I feel say that this god of the seas was the
naked beneath her gaze; a gaze that is original serpent of Genesis, and so
questioning and fearful. the serpent became their symbol.
"......last night.." I breathe. It’s strange, because they say the
"Don't!" world is evil (true) and up side
"Where now?" down (true) and that the true
I start at her sharp intake of breath. governor of earth is the demiurge
She laughs with surprising openness. Yaltabaoth. “
She looks around, seemingly This strange man must have been
delighted at what she sees. listening to the whole conversation.
"They'll never remember having The madness in his eyes is a
been bled”. she says. "It amazes me comfort, showing that my work has
how he's never sated". not been in vain.
"One must admire his sense of "So you read me, did you?" I
humor, though". smile as I say this, Lilith darkening
Her manner is so strange. It is like a visibly in my peripheral vision. "I
parody of her first seductive approach probably am a character. The author
to me. I feel like she is holding me must be some kind of nut."
off. The blond tresses are somehow a
reproach. She's gone. All eyes fall on me as
“I don’t understand the purpose of if I had just torn the place apart. I
your story, I am a composition of back out, feeling that it isn't time to
lose this vessel yet. I see one moment help me, By the time she got my
as present, the next only as memory. blood run through possession I was
My consciousness is scattered, not trenched out.
only as chaotic thoughts, but time Guilty and powerless, they took
itself is unraveling. My mind can't their internal hells and played them
impose a structure, such as future and out in the lives of their children.
past, for more than a few seconds at a The women were as bad as the men,
time. although more subtle. Knowing
they were 'damned by their all
The man follows me out of the powerful and angry god, they had
diner, speaking to me; it seems, from nothing to lose, and they knew their
out of a different reality. Buildings annual born again ritual ecstasies at
smile from the corners of my eyes, the revival tents would wear off and
and then solidify into cold, still matter they would be just as miserable and
when I look at them. Hideous figures empty and sinful, so why tell the
dance, laughing silently and grimly truth, why get help, why not pass it
though refusing to be seen directly. on, after all, the Bible doesn't say
The mans odd rambling about Suffer the little children to come on
choronzon and old testament dreams to me. It says, in the original Greek
acts like a soundtrack whispering writing; Let the stupid ones follow
hints of the scene to come. Someone me.
is hitting the cues, and I'm afraid it's Then the murders started - where
me. does a child go when the sheriff of
“Yours history vas very good I like the county is involved? When her
witchsis!” he says before running aunts and uncles are involved?
down an alley after a feral cat. When her church-elder grandmother
Cemetery Hunt on your Ritual is involved? I was made to
Abuse, a victim of mind control participate in heinous ritualistic
looking for help, for a friend. We are practices, most of which were
the test subjects: CHANGE founded on the bible - I remember
LOCATION!: Not everybody is being being in the Jehovah’s Witness
Dog si Natas! Don't mind admitting I Kingdom Hall and being forced to
am scared about what it will bring up eat the flesh of a baby that had died
for me. That's my rule! And if you right before birth - Of watching an
don't agree...the Mordant have control Jacob and Isaac sacrifice in which a
of everything from health care to law throw-away child was strangled and
enforcement non-services to say the burned, to teach us all what hell was
torture is wrong and go against the like. On the outside were the
gorged, the power of hell comes gullible and ignorant church-goers
against you. I know who the attorneys who paid their money and believed
are. I know a lot of you. the lies: that there was an original
I will march to the gates of hell to sin, that they were created in evil,
expose what you did to me. that they had to be saved, ad
nauseum.
A Blameless invited me to their home In the middle were the Satanists,
years ago. This woman who would terrified - they sought to cut a deal
later torture me lured me in with her with the God they really
horrible stories, and then offered to worshipped and feared, they were
mostly the Baptists, but the
Benedictines and Auginians had a big
contingent too - and in the center are
the Gnostics, who know it's all lies
and its just about power and money.
Drugs and guns. Some times the guns
go to the IRA, sometimes they go to
Afghanistan, sometimes they go to
Idaho. The drugs come in from South
America and the Orient, they travel
north with the migrant workers, get
sold in the cities, the guns come from
Israel and Argentina, travel up
through America, where a lot of
money gets made on the transactions
and out through Canada
Without a reason I laugh deliriously
as she tries not to emote. The trees,
steadfast, dancing guardians hiss a
lazy warning. My love curled in
Uh, wait a second...where was I?
trauma aleph, Beth: gimel, a loving
I can't find my pants. I can't find my
attempt at fearful murder. Anger
shoes. And I can't find
gives way to a grudging gratitude.
my mind....
My love, my soul, I’ll never see you
The least I could do.
again.
Let the stupid ones follow me.
I am no more, the fiend wanders
They are everywhere, and they are
freely, ah, to be. Flagrantly
everybody. I know a lot of you.
dismissing all claims, I am: HA!
She's gone.
Aumgn-ha!
I wonder what you might think
Towering above all reality stand I,
about this: "They'll never remember
Unquestioning, led by an infernal
having been bled," she said. "It
guide. Spinning, greeting sunlight
amazes me how he's never sated."
with contempt, I say my last farewell
I don't even know how I have come
as a human slave. Pathetic dance of
here.
fools, loving, breeding, Working
"...lost his marbles, poor guy,
towards death, I die among them.
someone should help him, someone
In a fever dream, lying senseless, I
should do something, look at the
awake.
blood..."
The early, dark mornings of
The room is a living monument of
inspiration transpire. The least I could
flesh and Formica, joined in the
do. Please the queen, sacrifice my
unseen places.
animal soul, and bleed spiritually,
I can not quite let go of my habit of
love my neighbor.
taking comfort in my certainty that
Free to serve my love, I flee. The
all existence will be over with soon.
lure of flesh sickens, the sight of
I can feel that familiar nausea well
bloody angels entices.
up in me again.
 If they all died, where did their sound of indigent drunks, drug
bodies go? addicts and more mental cases
Nothing is real, nothing matters and I coughing, laughing, screaming at
no longer exist. having been born. Home. Hades
The death I've always longed for forefend having to dwell elsewhere.
eludes me still.... Such comfort; I finally feel alive,
like I exist.
The dust-devils of thought come
Nausea. I can feel that familiar to rest: back to present time. Being
NAUSEA well up, etc.... I lie... homeless and invisible is why I am
They thought of me as a savior of a still alive. Pleasure such as this the
kind, but I had no intention of others shall ever deny themselves.
stopping short of destroying them. No power, the abuses available
I fear I may not die soon. being too squalid and devoid of
I can not quite let go.... glamour.
People, tables, food, and windows all It is mid afternoon. People are
fastened together by chemospiritual returning from the labor pool,
bonds. bitching about paying the driver two
"...trying to eat and this guy walks bucks for transportation, bags heavy
in with blood all over, can you with bottles and clothes coated with
believe it honey I mean just ridiculous dust from cleaning up construction
really some people not raised right sites.
sickpervertedevildeadman-" It's a shame the door doesn't lock.
Of course, I'm not here to eat. My room is soon filled with sweaty
We looked at each other in silence. middle aged men, teenage runaways
She looked around, seemingly and young men showing great
delighted at what she saw. concern that we know about their
Now here is the real confusing street savvy. As much as I've tried
business. to hide, as much as I tried to blend
"I probably am a character. The in with the people around me, I can't
author must be some kind of nut." help but be sought after. I can see
...well then you don't agree! I don't myself as a hermit, I long to isolate
care! I believe I am a monarch slave myself. To those I grew up with and
of the government. went to school with, I've achieved
Guilty and powerless - and in the this extremely well. Being on the
center are the Gnostics, who know it's streets makes possible a certain
all lies and its just about power and amount of mystery. which arouses
money, drugs and guns. The young my interest a round a man Framing
ex-nun had been beaten almost the door.
senseless by her superiors at the
Convent of the Sisters of Mercy. I
have scars all over my body - I have
scars all over my mind - but my soul
is free and beautiful. I was never
damned and I never needed to repent
of anything.
My love, my soul, I’ll never see you
again. Back at my dank room, the
 This is usually the point when they dressing Shut up Being afraid is
are the most hysterical the essence of natural carefully An intelligent man
this moment you can't just run from to describe reality The sheet was
confrontation! sticking to my stomach and legs and
a last and futile attempt to hold on it's I felt glued to the bed by my own
quite simple Mostly yourself it's my sweat Everyone says they are the
breath short given up too much to doors to the soul darkness
believe in that I started to get dressed Caucasian
panicked and uncontrolled The Switching on a light we have it
building had good security Bunny together No The word fails Curled
The barrel of my small gun pressed in a ball now and white feathers
lightly between his eyes from his pillows decorated the bed
It didn't occur to me for a long Ex wives My mouth was very close
time that I was different That's Ok to his ear This is your last chance to
No He twitched I have a few minutes understand anything He woke up
now while she just sits there he and I then
were cast like fleshy bullets through
an inside out nothingness Just the corners of my mouth
Nah I woke up a few hours later that reflections from the outside reached
we didn't live in a world of cause and in I've already done it
effect and seed new worlds of quivering
moonlit flesh.

so we have a few minutes left You don't have to believe me

together You're a lawyer none of the please!
labels matter or that if I was that it
mattered Just walking around and
slaughtering people at random
wouldn't work They probably got a
large sum each month the gun pressed
lightly under my chin if I were you I'd
be frantically casting away illusions
as fast as I could Supermodels leather
furniture still nothing No Insane? You
seriously think that your
psychologists and politicians And I do
And you say maybe we don't have to
do it? Can't we just go away I have
been looking for you for a long time
This is where they try being
compassionate moaning something
incomprehensible and falling silent
once more plastered by sweat to the
top vertebrae of her back with that
last glance I am the great equalizer
I'm not interested I moved my right
eye just a few centimeters away from
his Black on black I also finish
 I don't hear the bullet peasants Dark Powerful will always try to emulate
Illuminated by a remorseless sun that power with physical
almost a circle It's finished Which representations
isn't much He lay there I am Beautiful Mockery... I can feel it
undeniably suited to my existence and slowly peeling back the layers.
the light tread of her bare feet like Childhood and adulthood are all lies
troubled water I tell myself. I decide, as I walk
as they so often do down the street towards some
Look unknown destination, some tired
My hands and face are covered in Golgotha of explanation beating. I
blood where I usually walk out the persist down the street all the while
door. We all have our ills. being afflicted into indifference.
Those who consider themselves
 Lyrical
Transmissions
Can’t Stop Laughing (The Beauty
of Drowning)

Souls defied, deep penetration

Tearing asunder liquid desire.
Inner strength, all-consuming turmoil
Pulls me down, pulls me under the
Black surface.

For all I love I give you this;

(Christians to the lions).
As we gaze upon the black water;
(you pull me under).
Speak to me of how I love the pain.
I can't stop laughing,
I can't stop laughing!
(The beauty of drowning).

We lie side by side; blowing sparks

Gazing into the screaming silence.
Under the birthing moon we pray,
Pray to be together for all time.
Demons Play

Feeling the fine caress of blades

Through fires that entomb.
Wounded devils stand tall,
Loudly calling us from our wombs.

And hellish voices surround us

like the embrace of a dead lover.
Bathed in the glow of dancing lights,
We look up at a vast demonic
Cathedral.

We cannot bear to touch.

We fear the day.
It is all so much, much too much.
Unpredictably he Demons play.

We are impenetrable,
Lost in obsession and rituals.
Change terrifies us, so we cause it,
A preemptive strike against the
Demons whims.

Emaciated ghosts fade from view

Now that we have arrived back in
Eden.
Serpents writhe the brutal dance of
God
As wishes fulfilled become our
greatest fear.
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Love, Strength: Lies

Sweet, demonic current of remorse,

yes, you are there.
Dire circumstance of convictions:
you wouldn't dare.

I feel the warm, hollow thrill of

damnation
when I follow you down
when I cover my eyes,
when I kiss the dying heat of your
pulse.

Swollen tongues convulse with

laughter,
apparent, yet unknown.
Fading beauty of structural divinity;
evil designs of love.

You are forever happy spectre of

pathos,
always hiding your strength,
never, prayers rife with lies.
Static void dispersing dead spirits,
always hiding your strength,
never, prayers rife with lies.
Perdurabo (Magog Agog)

And as the sands of time

conspire to bury me forever.
Pathetic dance of fools
Awash in deaths joyful endeavours.
Awake, it seems, sadly to be
lonely and in search of distractions.
all their squandered hours,
their unused brains conspire to erase
me.

I shall endure - Perdurabo!

Though only through a torturous
opium - dream.
I did not survive the abyss,
but I hope to leave this world alive.

As smiling I place my bloody hand on

the lever,
it has come to this; happily I ride the
white horse of dreams.
The Aeon.
The Crowned and Conquering Child.
I am his flawed and sad herald.
Seeing me, even Magog is agog.
Crimson Awakening

I awaken to a world of great lustre.

I feel the earthen pulse of all
breathing.
I hear the voices just beyond hearing.
I know the thoughts just beyond
comprehension.

Red permeates the dying grass.

Red lies beneath the drying leaves.
Life shall elude me no more.
Death plays not the role it had before.

This land I've Never seen before,

nor these people standing all around.
Though this land seems so familiar,
I do not know how to get back from
here.

My sanguinary dream.
My crimson awakening.
Choronzon

I have no form.
I am dispersion.
Without control,
without reason,
in nomine Babalon.
As a Devil I walk the earth.
I turn heavens fire into ruin,
into madness.
Behold where thy angel hath led
thee.
Here abideth terror.
and am beyond its limits.
I am returned.
I hold eternal darkness,
with Daath, in my head.
Manifest
Tranquil, waiting nevertheless for it
to get nearer to surpass
Past excesses, the imposing scope of
our old stories,
A thousand deaths endured through
laughter.
The understanding we gained seems
no longer to be needed.

We recline in a sweating languor,

unable to act.
The very stars at this moment appear
smudged and faded,
And we instigate to disbelief that life
was ever possible.
Alone with them, with all of you, we
are lost.

They manifest around us, their actions

spurring us to movement.
Denunciation of enslavement, we are
held no longer by the mercy of foetid
terrors,
External to their futile endeavours,
cold, yet alive.
We left them to decompose in their
chosen form,

Partially animate raging greedy

Corpses meeting nightly,
Assassinating Time with nothing
further to howl.
Insanity, all encompassing comfort, a
friend on whom we can no longer
rely.
The fire storm has been traded for a
spiritual fog,

A veil forever obscuring our vision of

ourselves.
We hallucinate in crimson, animated
fatalities craving more.
My Inner sanctum

In a shaded doorway
Watching the spirits at play,
Through a cracked and shimmering
window to the world;
Through my surprise, welling up in
my eyes:
Your soul;
Bleeding, old; a deep well of love;
Sepulchral, cold.

The crowning glory swathed in fear,

The brave action recoiling into
futility.
To my knees glancing upward,
There flies pain: mine.

Deep ecstasy traces desire.

Hidden places, lost hold;
No one to sustain reality,
My love erases me.
I turn around to go,
The world around me flows through
my body.
The bitter realization contains the
happy seed: yes, me.

Weak and stumbling,

Gloriously breathing still dawn’s air,
That part of me now lost forever,
It wanders lonely in the dark.
Battle-weary I remain
Inconsistency remarked,
Though seemingly complete.
The soul bears not
Such vacuous conceit.
God damn you!
How can I bear to see your face?
Your every tear reveals my cowering
disgrace.
To my knees, glancing inward:
Imprisoned:
My inner sanctum.
Raining Down

A demons physiognomy in extasis

Locked in a grim and hopeless
rictus
Laughing, gibbering, all sense
expired
A livid chanting greets the fatality
of frost
The barren cattle call beneath the
locust swarms

The end shook us awake,

raining down, Driven like snow
no lie, no mass concensus
we are no more, we are no more

on bloodied wings on past grey

spires
enflames a sanguine dance
to wanton glory we aspire
caress of crimson rain
a hollow shrilling calls
through forgotten catacombs
a shriek, a lash, a crushing blow
levelling ancient lies

The end shook us awake,

raining down, Driven like snow
no lie, no mass concensus
we are no more, we are no more

now, go to sleep sweet hollow child

Wild Desire So Livid

Influence of the dead in reverence,

Acquiesces in the doubt of formless
visions
Pulse of a faded shadow
Hollow edict of men haunted with
indecision
Ashes of a demons whisper
Bless this Breathless Cry in the
radiance of our curse
Every dissent severed therefore
dissected
Disintegrating souls on the pleasure,
immolation of all our fury
Excavating all our grand delusions,
our precious, abandoned dreams
Apathy assaults our dissent as our
pulse pulls us to the deceased
Disintegrating souls on the pleasure,
immolation of all our fury
Betrothed the anodyne cloud
thwarted like a begotten judgment

Now laudably averted

Human urge descending
Into fires of love so vivid
Wild desire so livid
Now laudably averted
Human urge descending
Into fires of love so vivid
Wild desire so livid

Summoned by sinful ruin,

Darkness gained dominion and
vision begged its lust
Deafened at the limit of paradise
It danced in the judgement of a
delicate lover
Restraint of the will,
In the age of the end, in the
warming light of love
Connecting from the promise of
death
It has distorted the unheard of, my
ghastly, elevated glow
Pure at my core, I dream the
surrender that constrained
Adornment defiled by the sepulchral:
wall of stillness bred in the soul
Sky of ivory interweaved in the
eternal, blaze of being revealed too
late
Upholding from the birth and the
ecstasy of devotion in a beautiful guilt
We are

Intransigent, insouciant umbilical

noose
Writhing in my grave, all my Demons
let loose
Unearthly endeavours in seething
death flight
All alone on the pavement, vile
dreams to incite

Aum-Ha, Aum-Ha!
Hot pulse and fiery breath
We are, yes, we are.

And blown on the winds taunting

chill
The rabid elementals moving me
towards the hollow hills
A stumbling golem let loose in the
pallid,
Dancing moonlight; the frost rips me
like talons.

Aum-Ha, Aum-Ha!
Hot pulse and fiery breath
We are, yes, we are.

And the grave, the long, cold sleep,

the end
It does not want me, but to live,
Hades forefend
The raging howl into the cold vast
night rises
Raises from sepulchers living souls in
slumbering guises

Aum-Ha, Aum-Ha!
Hot pulse and fiery breath
We are, yes, we are.
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