Memories

To know you therefore I sharpen my blades.
To know you therefore I prowl the cold of night.

To honor thee therefore I plunge the steel
To honor thee therefore I dig the earth
A bed for the pale white bones

Honor in the waters of life
Honor in the embrace of moonlight

I Miss You

Like the sharp taste of a knife, I miss your presence in the dark nights.

When we both hunt for the blessings of the star lights

Haunt Away

Be still and gentle in your haunting

So said the anointed Ones

Seek

The only seeking that is meaningful

Is the seeking that is terminal and irreversible

Scent of Life

Sometimes one misses that foul, wet stench of life present in life concerts.

The bleeding wounds that bloom among masses of futile angst and pointless rebellion.

The desolate walk home….The ever lovely encounters with pin cushions faggots, and monotheist scum.

Long live the concerts – the true enchantingly memorable hunting grounds.

Sine Anima IV

When you can’t fit the Mask, no meaning shall exist beyond the dry void.

Even by twos and threes, meaning is lost and only the void exist

Be grateful for the Mask and the many wearers that kept the void at bay from reality.

Ascension IV

In SHURRUPAK, I summon thee to mine aid!

In UR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In NIPPURR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In ERIDU, I summon thee to mine aid!

In KULLAH, I summon thee to mine aid!

In LAAGASH, I summon thee to mine aid! 

Sine Anima III

When you can’t fit the Mask, meaning is lost and a purifying is subsequently needed.

As it is in the forefront, thus it is in the background – inconsistency can only be purified by fire

Sine Anima II

As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Sine Anima

What is inanimate or animate lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is the intention of the beholder that beckons the final result.

A mask, therefore, embodies as much animated intention as those watching from behind them – when they’re lifeless, so are the bearers.


As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Ahad- Dum- Kabra

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.