This earth is arid and barren, adorned with charred remains of lost grace
Always expanding. Devouring. Our steps held fast to its paths
A new drought and a new disorder
Darkness reigns. Locked still at the peak of leap of distress
A lifetime of agony compressed and purified
To breath sand and quaff cinders
Seek harmony in silence and discord
To caress the dream of refuge, and see it scorched to grey fucking ash
Parched anima. Ash within. Worms crawl through sear veins
A vain confession in anatomy of stasis
Yet seekers shall follow those pathways of bane, woe, scourge and plague,
And none shall see redemption
Forlorn and desolate. Bereft and derelict
Friction and fire without progress. Without reason
A profound inner cataclysm
Freak martyrdom. Numb carcass high upon the corrupt throne
There is no shelter. There is no refuge. At one with zero
None shall find peace. None shall be comforted
None shall be restored and none shall see redemption
This earth is arid and barren
Born again in lands of drought. None shall see redemption

Born in virtue, the will lies dormant
Comforting hand shelters from horrors of doubt
As a shining armour. As a living shell
The sense and the structure preserved in ages
True revolution comes from true repulsion
This road is paved with splintered bits of justice, ridden with denial and strewn
With ashes Of angels, with none to lead the path and none to guide to save shores
A war is being waged within
To choose who stare straight in the sun - no man shall see and endure
It takes great diligence in methodical erasure to pierce the very core of culture,
And only After the monuments are crushed it turns out the pedestals were abandoned
To those who defy the truth - hell pales next to the fileds of astray
True revolution comes from true repulsion
It's a land of plenty yet no waters can quench our thirst
Contrition and repentance seem like bitter sarcasm
This is the point where tragedy and irony are dissolved in apathy
Perdition is at hand. No apokatastasis
The sense and the structure: lies of the fathers

Come forth
Now I am become harm, to thrive upon perdition and feast upon the loss
A tide of living darkness. Erasure of reason. Transition towards silence
For every shattered dream, for every broken hope, there is no ease but there is Conviction
Row for judgement. Row for the fall
This is the moksha you asked for
Southways of nadir
On to the great collapse
All paths lead to rupture
Suppress world. Hinder self
True liberty lies in waste
As the substance is torn asunder and as the vultures approach
I bid farewell to grace
A pit of starving hunger, a roaring beast of dearth
A withered shrine of blight and bleached bones
Lost in a reverie of revelation
Writhen in anguish upon this grotesque truth
Southways of nadir
On to the great collapse
All paths lead to rupture
Suppress world. Hinder self
True liberty lies in waste
As the substance is torn asunder and as the vultures approach, I bid farewell to grace

Thus far inwards come few in this naught and this nowhere
He who seeks the cross of Christ and falls alone, remains alone in his fall
Thus far inwards come few in oblivion and all have failed
He who seeks the cross of Christ shall fall and remain alone in his fall
I am weary. I am drained. My prayer is adrift, my zeal bygone
I am forsaken. I am lost. I am open for it to dwell
An epiphany in starving darkness
The hunger and the absence
A new sun, whose rays are frozen and barbed
Oceans of stasis. Beyond Gehinnom
Void comes, void claims
No more I live. See it come in blood and horror as it tears through shrouds of will,
As it Rips through veils of psyche to conquer and to devour
See it come in death and doom to feed upon the seeds of doubt
Erect its throne upon dry remnants of shattered soul
My heart and life have become a grotesque sanctuary wherein
It manifests with glimpse of its void
Through every fiber of these putrid lungs each word resounds
With bleak confidence andominous faith
An epiphany in starving darkness
The hunger and the absence
Beyond Gehinnom
Void comes, void claims, I shall rise high this new heart of stone,
Forever closed to his love
A burden, yes, and a bitter reward for adoration of the three nails
And true communion with God
I am transformed. I am given purpose.

How come this light reveals none of its source and nature,
As it guides the thirsty Through lands of drought to new springs?
In purest suffering lies purest insight
A faint gleam of bottomless perdition
Many are called yet none will be chosen
Cold sun shines upon their wanderings
How come the voice of a shining angel is silent and feeble,
As it sings the radiant glory And splendor of high heavens?
From scorched foundations to ashen havens
From withered temples to vacant thrones
In glacial wastes, beneath empty skies, a monument of decay stands tall amidst ruin
Scorn and abhorrence. Virtue is a farce
The shepherd spits at its flock
There comes the only revelation - a mocking laughter of the fellow fallen
In purest suffering lies purest insight
A faint gleam of bottomless perdition
Many are called yet none will be chosen
Cold sun shines upon their wanderings
How come the lord delights in transience, as we perish and fade in mere presence
Of his light?
How come these springs to ease our thirst flow with the tears of our beloved?

How would you measure ruin? How would you assess fall?
How would you separate sins when all bear the same mark?
This sacred desert is quiet. Lost hopes flicker in the sand
Only roamed by fiends who seek to corrupt pneuma and prey on sarx
Grey prince is crowned. Soul aberration
Un-person, un-einheit. Idle zero
With golden nails it cuts through cold flesh, to assemble a face of its own
Cracked shards of forgotten dreams to substitute the rift of its own
The eternal fire runs high and vast upon bones of the righteous
As brethren rise as brethren fall, it is hard to miss that it is crowded
In lowest pits of despair
To lose all and regret none