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All my tragic arguments fade
On towards death.
And life does not start again
All hopes built within a wish:
But the colossal weight of this illusion
Will throw me in abyssal disillusion...
My eyes ornate the uprising tragedy
My hands firmly grasp calamity
Touching what is no longer tangible.
The dead dream slipping away in paling misery
This incorruptible dream,
Breaking through that path
that portentous menacing road,
To bear a sufferable beguiling life,
Has been forgotten
Has been erased
And the colossal weight of this illusion
Will throw me in abyssal disillusion...
I’m back to my vast obscurity
My unreality of reality,
Unutterable visions… perishable breath,
Breathing dreams like air.
A Somnambulant abstraction.
The short-winded elations within me,
Clutching at some last hope,
Melted indistinguishably.
Grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
Drifted fortuitously from me,
And the colossal weight of his illusion
Will throw me in abyssal disillusion...
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Pariah II
09:00
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In this vastness of mirrored absences
A lone voice calls out for guidance
But the cry never reaches the stars
And the pariah is left drifting in the frigid space
On that blind, cruel, wintry infinite journey
That is rejection
A far out cry in aphasic lament
Is only answered by callous insults
Constant, permanent gifts of ravenous forfeit
Thrown like deadly sun bursts of detrimental rays
And suffocating, oppressive, airless nebulas
The edifice of rejection
Smothering the cruelest of pains
The silence that builds up is ripping mercilessly
Architecting a black hole that engulfs all souls
In its ruthless strength it conquers everything
An absolution of rejection
That lone voice is mine, the void consumed perdition
The ravaged, shattered, devoured soul belongs to me
The shadow in the mirror is nothing but my broken reflection
In the wings of darkened ghosts, I descent, untampered
Fed by this craving rejection
Who am I to warm a cave of darkness with my lust?
How could I ever be the preceptor of some empathy?
What was there to do but to clout all this villainy?
When all I ever knew is the poignant stench of cruelty?
The foundations of rejection
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I gaze at the abyss unafraid, undisturbed
For I know it’s a mere reflection of myself
I was born with fifty eyes, all blind but one, the third
That percepts and intersects all the darkness around
For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter
For the immensity of oblivion I march assured
Given I never reaped the endowment of prehension
In paradox I dwell, for comprehension I grasp well
Vortex-like ambiguity, in whirling absurdity – that’s me
For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter
With taint intention, I claim quintessential knowledge
Deterred and encumbered by this blinding ardor
And as I rage, the outburst is aimed to appease a greater malevolence
As I irrupt, and thoroughly drape words I can barely define
For I am umbra, the adumbration, the shade of antimatter
I gaze at the abyss again, countering all its lost glory
I am now old, drained, collapsing towards my own darkness
The gnostic eye is closing, my sophic amble fades rapidly
And all that is left is the abyss that stares back at you.
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Slow it Down, Oh Lord
04:41
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In the procession of the penitents
The high priests of the austere life
they're marching glad and well adorned
Over the ashes of the sacrificed
they grin while singing praises
to their satisfied God
Slow it down, oh Lord
And pity the dead
Who praise you
In their quiet sleep
In the procession of the penitents
Sinners guilty of gluttony
Guilty of sensuality
Punished to the marrow
Immaculate as the Creator
Guilty of abstinence
Let them blame their shortcomings
Slow it down, oh Lord
And pity the dead
Who praise you
In their quiet sleep
In the procession of the penitents
Men slice their own flesh
Burning it as an offer to heaven
To the highest of all heavens
In the procession of the penitents
Men drink sips of their bitter drink
Convulse and vomit the gobbled urine
To feel blessed by the darkest of nights
They eat apportions of curdled blood
Harvested by the bleeding of other pilgrims
Gently mutilated
Blandly amputated
While singing praises to God
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I live between the shadows
The darkness my whole swallows
The contents of my being
I swear no one is seeing
This consuming itch is formless
Resist it has been pointless
The urge to feed my longing
For blood, to see it flowing
I stalk in meticulous survey
As predator hunts his prey
The hunger just keeps soaring
And thirst is briskly growing
This mordant fascination
For undoing Gods’ creation
The ecstasy of the finale
Your existence is futile
“Calm are the waters that flow under this bridge
They’re now tainted in red. What’s left is but a smidge.
I bathe on blood, euphoric. My twinkle hoard of glory.
A life meaningless to me, that is the end of the story”
And the Devil keeps on Playing Jazz
And I am but his tool
His rogue, his ghoul
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in my darkest moments
in me there is no one,
and all is mist
and all is void
as life takes what it gives,
i wish that if, for a moment,
where I'm grounded, i could see
the distant horizon in a flash
the sun at its full, the moon at its crescent
and i could then relive, exist, and know.
and even if i feel numb and accommodated
in the illusion that i tend to forget,
thus forgetting myself and all that is.
I want nothing more nor i ask
for anything at all.
i simply give my heart away
and wear my wings of wax
hailing the space that is between us
hailing all that is
all there is to know
never to forget
never to fade away again
in the oblivious chasm
of my darkest moments
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SALQIU PE, Brazil
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obscure Lusitanian Warrior God of the Dead and the Underworld...
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