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A Chronicle of Demoniacal Metamorphosis

In the beginning there was a plague
Summoned from the malignant pages
Of the most execrable of books
Bound in flesh, written with blood
Each letter is infused with pestilence
Every word is a wormhole to a curse
In the middle there was a conflagration
The crematory rites for human-kind
From their ashes, a cimmerian nebulae rose
And engulfed the goat-forsaken fields
Of the devil’s dead earth
A shroud woven by forty-two shadows
Contrived to snuff the light
With the charnel stench of their devotion
I’ve suffocated and died a thousand times
Trying not to inhale the dust of that dead aurora
Throughout a somber procession of incarnations
Crepuscular visions I never considered «lives»
But intervals of asphyxiation on a six-spoke rotar
And the severed hearts still slither
Gangrenous, in the pool of dead blood
Fools sacrifice in futility
Then say it’s my athame through their valves
Time alone heals nothing. The incorporeal scars
Fester beyond the confines of infinity
Like the eidolon stars that unravel
The cosmos, invert existence
Portals into oblivion
And therein lies the end, where non-existence
Reaches its black culmination, the inverse
Zenith of desolation
II. Dying Embers of the Final Twilight
The worms mutated as the dead phosphorescence dimmed
Morphing into grotesque forms as they ate their way
Through the forgotten corridors of my mind
Opening doors for the devil, six inverted eyes
Windows to Serpens' unholy light, the venom of gods
A torch to the shroud; all the filaments
Of my artificial existence turned to cinders
I gazed upon those forsaken conflagrations
As the spectral embers of that final twilight faded
The stygian sea disgorged its serpents
Cthonian currents rose with the hydra
Disintegrating the sepulchral towers
Of the impaled, staining the heavens
With the lustrous blood of the seraphim
Enochian screams of mortal anguish cascaded
Into the long-anhydrous veins of mortuary earth
Auguring the return of immemorable gods
The arachnid flora of a primordial evil
Ascended, a charnel garden, their gargoyle hearts
Bared to the welkin, secreting the necrotic vapors
Of damnation, the sulphrous nepenthe
Of the netherworld, a balm
To my blackened, bleeding psyche
I peeled off my skin, the better to breathe it in
To let the infernal visions flood my perception
In a temple between worlds, a pair of ravens
Dine on the charred flesh of angels
III. The Devil’s Empyrium
My draconian wings unfolded as I drank
From a dark prism, the lifeblood
Of shadows, the last light of fading ghosts
As their composite annihilation formed my
Dark haven, an atramental dimension
Where the obsidian cataracts of mist
And flame converge and ascend
To hyper-demonic frequencies
Octaves beyond the comparatively pale
Pestilent planes of colored light
It seems that dreams, like everything
Were forged in this hell-black miasma
From the aphotic dust of long-dead stars
From the cinders of mortal souls that have
In anguish, faded back into the aethers
In the beginning there was only blood
On the parchment, inverted angles
A demonic stigmata