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.

Ash

So, here we are again. Lambs to the sweet slaughters

Another few days closer to The End, where we will all gather under the ash-filled sky.

Re-understand

There is a pressing need to re-understand and conceptualize torture. It is not pain and suffering.

It is simply an interface with the superior, enigmatic and curious ancients.

Arise!

And the enigmatic night sky commands aloud, arise o thou foulest filth

Arise thou crimson night entwined…

Through curses and possessions galore

Arise, and break through the heavy mist

Empire

The Empire is expanding, ladies and gentlemen, regardless of your wish or concern. 

Time to decide if you want to share in the Empire’s growth or get obliterated in defying its embrace, is nigh. 

Choose wisely, wandering souls.

Burning

When you smell something burning and yet see no visible fire or flame, be forewarned. 

For it is the inner smoldering, the eternal embers inside, which is causing the smell of heat and fire

Don’t sit and ponder on it. Stand up proud and embrace it.

Below

Nothing is below the standard. Nothing is too low brow to embrace, too plebeian to cherish, once you’ve been down below

Shock Value

Somebody told me sometimes ago that the only value that matters in pursuing stability is that of shock and awe. 

So why are we so bothered with all the shock and awe that regular people have done?

Is it only a ‘proper’ shock and awe when it is organized by a State or groups of terrorists?

Why is it ‘wrong’ when, for example, conducted by regular misanthropists with a taste for pyrotechnics?

Hocus-Focus

In one breath, focus, to the depths 

Ride the monochromatic tone of void

In one breath, focus, to the void

Misanthropy

I don’t hate you or anyone else.

I just cherish the moments when exquisite pain befell you all.

Inner Light

I had once thought that they were the way, the founders, the pioneers. Now I know they are but means to an end.

They set the templates, the dirt roads, the corner stones, for true inner light to shine and awe everyone through the modern art of music.

So, thank you for setting up the templates. You’ve all served your purposes.

Now it’s time to let the templates fulfill their destined aim: let the inner light shine and soar to the heavens and purgatories. 

Never bended. Never tamed. Never a prey.

Set a course to the infinite fires.

Wonderful View XXXVI

Cough It Out Loud

A cold night, a handful of warm whiskey

A taste of blood on the cough, like little bitter cakes of love 

A well sharpen knife, a handful of warm blood

Let me love you proper and wild

Love you cough you out and loud  

Eternity

And we saw eternity, in the gushing of the sacrificial blood.

Abra-had Dabra. 

For every drop of life is a shade of The eternal strife

Kazum- dabra…Mordru hadra

Let It Roll

When it is time to roll, it is time to roll, and nothing more to say. 

Who cares if anyone gets dirty or soiled in the black earth, and the blood red mud?

Firelust

Every beginning has an end and every inhaled breath an exhaled one.

So shall all of this carnal presence come to an end too, in a freezing cold night or a warm fiery evening, who cares what way annihilation comes forth as?

Nemo Ante Mortem Beatus

Come on baby, lick my fire…

Research

Practice makes perfect. And so does well executed, insightful research.

Less pain and more gain, as some say. 

A good research reduces the need for tidying up loose ends. 

Ripe City: Reprise

It turns out that the city was not ripe for change and cleansing, after all. One thought one would know these things from experience. Apparently one does not.

The smell of blood in the rain is but a vague notion in the brain. No grand entrance to the city’s purge, just a capricious maze of ever changing banalities.

Worship

Be frank and brazen in Thine worship

Let neither culture nor convention of the masses suppress thee…

In Between

Between a dark scythe and a reddish knife, I am lost 

In a plethora of choices, vice and lust

Between the cold ravines of death and the sizzling heat of rape

Caught in between, in limbo, in perpetual edge

Lost in darkness and dark light abound

Lost in the Moment V

It was a dark, damp night. One can still recall the phosphorous air, the charcoal black gorge walls.

One can also recall the look of fear and desperation from one’s father, falling into the cold, silent chasm, of red rivers of embers below. 

Was it an omen, a warning from the infernal dimensions, something like three hits and you’re out ? Or was it three strikes and you’re out?

Combined

Fear don’t sell.

Hate don’t sell. 

Peace don’t sell. 

Happiness don’t sell. 

Only a balanced combination, a devious mix, sells.

Hail the mighty combiner.

The adept, the beloved enslaver.

Just a Thought

What do you think about the wedding?

It’s okay. 

You like the bride? She really shines doesn’t she?

Much shinier if she was skinless I think.

Sounds like an idea.

No worries. I’ll get the knives.

Masters

Whatever I swing the athamay for it is not for any masters unless it is for their destruction and exploitation for my own, mastery….

I don’t follow, I don’t bend, I am untamed and ceaseless.

Forever prowling.

Caution

When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.

So.

Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics 

Wonderful View XXXV

Control is the name of the game for our nightly regime to remain entrenched and forever ruling.

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

Lost in the Moment IV

180 on the pitch black highway.  

I am the shadow meteor, the ghostly bullet screaming for target.

Taunt me, and I shall come running to thee….

Born

Everything breathes and everything dies. 

Perhaps we are all coffin fodders, born to rot and fertilize the earth with decay.

Lost in the Moment III

It was 11:11. 

There was no sound. No wind. No whispers.

The night was as silent as the moss on the stone altar. 

And we were lost in the Magick. Pure and untamed 

Little shooting stars, lost in the galaxy.  

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Mask

“Virtue has a veil, Vice a mask”

Good Tales

I am just a sucker for good tales. Camp fire stories that grips one mind and fantasy as tight as a gallows’ nose. 

Once in a full moon ago, such a gripping story actually manifested itself into a beautiful nocturnal hunt, full of twisting run and otherworldly critters.

All hail the great story tellers. The magician of the unseen aether.

Tweaking II

How does it feel to always be excluded from the current, the ongoing? 

Does it help to intensify the groundswell of misanthropy that one has over the years?

Is it effective in alienating the one from his or her other personalities?

Would there be enough of a psychological split to mould an effective operator for the order of the dark light and the atavistic revelations, to manifest itself in this realm?

So many questions, so little time to answer..

Tweaking III

Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

Blue

Don’t fall, my love. 

Just drown, in the graceful blue, that is you. 

Ripe City

The city was ripe for change and cleansing. One knows these things from experience. 

It is the smell of blood in the rain. A grand entrance to the city’s purge

Behold II

For a fourth night one thought it will all be over, but it didn’t, and the four horsemen ride on….

Shemamforash

Behold

Oh, what beauty do those eyes behold, in between the shadows and the lights, the gripping cold?