(Untitled) Birthed from barren seed, into a lifeless maze A - TopicsExpress



          

(Untitled) Birthed from barren seed, into a lifeless maze A cage forged by life, built of a graceless grace A sunken hull resting solemn within the trinitys base Frozen yet chaotic, inside a blazes nine titan gates Behold, the world now burning as the glare of his eye See the sun now outshine the stars and burn out life For the moon now of sulfur fires and ashes Upon the three faced beast, its fiery wave crashes His arms are the pierce of a million spears Throughout them a million serpents coil The seven heads, from his torso across the universe leer And within their eyes, reflects my burning heart which I give so loyal Behold me kneel in blood upon the alter of doom For I hear his grace, echoing through the worlds mantle A bane reflecting through the sun and moon For behind these three eyes astirs Heavens fallen canticle Death reigns in malevolent grace Within his own darkness burning upon six eternal wings His scythe I wield to unblock my path from my flesh In my heart shall I stab, and follow into the nine rings Within the abode of Mephistopheles, at the threshold of the path There I shall stand within the veil of his light cursing the world in ash And to him I give my soul, in maniacal laughter as I am devoured At the edge before the grace of Namaahs wings echoing all lifes final hour For his blood in my mind, heart and soul burns Together they align in a triangular shape behold as it turns For its turn reveals the other side, a mirror, built as a labyrinth lair and within reflects the devil himself who in turn reflects the very mark that I bear And it shall burn in the flame on my torch A furnace whos eyes I see through as my own Across desolate thorn clad grounds I tread And that flame lights my path into the catacombs For they house the crossed paths where my fire shall never die For these paths are of life and of death the gateways to either side To the depths eternal to the lowest low, With my heart wide open, with death I go I speak not these words trembling, but in song I wear this curse proud through life and beyond I behold my own reflection in the fire But I dont recognize what I see A carnal prison, slashed open wide, With fires burning throughout and around me. I am the temple shredded and ripped apart The shrine, that is my body, is broken, and nothingness pumps from my heart My lifeless veins are but broken chains And my flesh dangles off my bones in the flames My skin erodes and darkens, and all I feel is its corse sensation Like the pits of earths skeletal face Amid the chaos of Ummu-Hubur, in original creation For into the seven headed serpents wombs deep I flee Amorphous night of terror, reflecting stars as eyes in the shape of a felines For I am the peak, the end of my bloodline I smell my flesh burning, the shells once so mild Transformation is complete, as a dagger into the brain of a child For of wolves I am, devour I will And never will I bow under mans laws For the world shall crumble and every last man killed This, as a tumor in the brain of God! ~Maligno
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:24:20 +0000

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