Serpentantrica

My body, guided toward the edge... My eyes, see what lies behind... Ahead. Return to death to find a light before this dark design. This nexus is an exit from this spectral vestibule's confines of flesh. My soul into the void, bending to the sinister... To, upon fatality, ascend beyond the visible. Forever the left hand has crushed what the right creates, but there is an unseen will at the crux of time and space. A hand which wrings the throat of lies. A force that twists my neck to show me forbidden sights. The apocalyptic wisdom of negation is a beacon which shines like a moonlit trident, in secrecy, raised in the dead of night. But it appears as blackness to the blind... Therefore they must face it through horror and divination and be forced to embrace it through torque and sublimation Their heads reversed, as a symbol of this falling world... Violent birth into destruction! The apocalyptic wisdom of negation is a beacon which shines like a moonlit trident, in secrecy, raised in the dead of night. The head reversed! The head reversed!

"Stray from the path of return..." Thus spake the fire unto me, in which I burn. As the masks of lordship dissolve the shepherd of the vortex calls upon us all. A sulphurous adultery against the haze of light within the maze of death's dream. Blessed be the empty! My temple raised in silence where the end speaks. Icons of ruin Riven to abandon Omniscient witness, all wise and powerless, behold the might of the void within! My body is a gift of flesh to feed Hell's worm upon. Surazal, in bliss, pure and calm against the earth as it falls, betwixt tantric serpents of double eclipse And the eye, it opens for me so that I, at last, may be. Summoned unto terminus and ushered into nihility.