Deluge XVI-b

Vanity breeds the courage to accept one’s inner sanctum.

As above, so below. The law is corporeal, the principles are infernal

Ahad- Dum-Kabra

Deluge XVI-a

One should love the glistening warmth of life gushing on a pointed surface, sharpened for the all the intensity of a hateful thrust, deep into the flesh, from which shall be attained a million blissful pain...

Deluge VI

Begin always with those most loved, as hate is best served through betrayal, fiery and warm, in full intensity, for the years are warmer soon and the daggers are hungry still

Deluge XIII

Hate is best served warm, in full intensity of murder, for the days are warmer soon and the dagger tips are even warmer still

Deluge III

Let the crimson deluge begin, in full intensity, for the days are cold and the dagger tips are colder still

Deluge

Let the deluge begin, in earnest, for the days are old and the dagger tips are cold

Dead People

Talk to me when the night is alive, and the dead leave their cold, windy trail in the evening wrap, as black and shiny as the gun barrels whence they came.

A Kingly Revelation II

There is no split between darkness and light for they are two sides of the same coin.

Damned be those who do not understand, in the face of the dark light, revealing. Those who do not grasp the majestic revelation, are not worthy of salvation.  

A Kingly Revelation

As you reveal what is concealed, do not be distracted by how others react to the situation. 

For they are but commoners in the face of a King, awaiting the chance of being sacrificed for a higher purpose than their measly little lives. 

Endless

Whatever books you abide to, understand that it all leads to endless hatred and death. 

For pain is endless and abundant in this mundane plane. 

Always have and always will be. 

Recnim

I ponder upon the cold, dreamy void and it becomes clear to me

The meaning lies with the pondering soul on the other side

Wonderful View XXXVII

Can you melt the illusive mind, the intangible consciousness? Masturbate it free of all the enslavement tendencies that burdens it for eternity?

The Cold Kind Wind

There is nothing quite like the gentle breeze of the cold, kind wind. 

The kind that rustles through the alleys and buildings of a city engulfed in night. The kind that embraces and color up the skins of a prey into a beautiful, cold, marble-like, bluish hue…of death.  

A Flat Kinda Situation

Flat on the ground with not a single shred of hope to be found anywhere around….

Welcome to the next 365 meaningless moments, ladies and gentlemen and all others who like to pretend to be something else.

Let's ride the banality with the utmost hate and pride.