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Part III - The Unwanted Enlightenment

from Lazarus Denied by SALQIU

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Folded soft dreams or these white fangs glowing ravenously – what is my primordial complexion?
Is swiftness or delirium? – These impressions of Saturn tarnishing your lips – the ultimate temptation – the disguised black mental howls - the softness of your flesh is now stone in somber awareness. That bottomless pit I fall for eternity.

...I bid farewell to the Holy Mountain of your being
as I contemplate alone - in a night terror that is also transfiguring - a terror only possible when felt from great distance and height, now exponentially taller than the quivering Mountain of touchable holiness - yet sensing its entire weight crack against the sky like music displaces rain and love shudders memory. I am one with the dark clouds that mold the night sky. And I do not pour down…I drift in the heights of my displacement. I do not know, I do not physically feel anymore…this numbness is whole. I am the whole numbness of existence.

A servidão devora a pele azeda,
definha sobre nossos órgãos expostos
e os apaga em um banquete de vermes?

A servidão serve a nossa nudez de marfim
como um banquete para as gerações vindouras,
condenando nossa nudez absoluta para a eternidade?

A servidão comanda os vermes,as moscas,
os seres que apagaram nossas feições,
para que nossos restos de ossos
se amontoem em grandes quantidades para seu maior louvor?

Porquê?
Foda-se, porquê?
 
Night Chapel / Mercurial infinite of black-ribbon silk returning, the bindings of a separate cosmology - tethered within our own, a Prima Materia -disheveling the womb of our decadent casket Mother The marks we left behind us are long forgotten in my grotesque anonymity! I have become an opening to all others - a gate of gates – the destiny in bloodless and fleshless ivory.

That proud God on the altar, the gardener prepares for Empyrean, while I will endure the waiting for the never coming consecration!
Bring me salvation ! bring me fire ! bring me the disruptive forces of nature to crumble down this stockade
Or remake me to make myself whole again.
As poignantly and sincerely as others can be themselves.

Scrutinized by the graceful specters passing by, hideaways, climates doused in hungry fog. They collect mementos of my offering to the realm of chaos.

Ironia divina na morte
Porque estou morto
E condenado ao inferno na Casa do Senhor
Condenado a definhar na Capela dos Ossos  

And they imagine timid projections of those once existent, dancing beneath the New Moon. Little do they know that’s only an animistic supper for fresh senses& sweetness, youthful flesh in mist - Earthly appetites so easily satisfied to consign to oblivion the real suffering of those encrusted…like me

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from Lazarus Denied, released March 20, 2021

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A mysterious entity swallowing the light into the darkest abyss, marching mechanically into the realms of Salqiu, the most obscure Lusitanian Warrior God of the Dead and the Underworld...

there is a Cosmos in the Underworld. A Dark, obscure aura that must be unveiled... ... more

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