I have become a dense & black thing seeping & absorbing within, the whole Night and all its un-detached Creation. A black thing drinking in, all absence of refraction.
All life telling, in this world, is lies. All staying in this place of absolutely no salvation is a stupid thing to do. Your heart without hope has no place for it!
« I am dead, but prevail like something that can never be construed despite the primal barriers that lock men’s fears, leveling them to colored octaves within a spectral dust."
It’s an animated plaything Sun does the rest, baking corpses for noontide meals.
I am a dark ghost, darker and more brilliantly blackened than the shades gathering in the underworld corridors which yore, unmistakably frightened me!
I am an Abyss with a bodiless formlessness, ingurgitating the great & grand oh very dear Nothingness, which surrounds all the living to die put astray!
Day and night are but pale reveries of a deceased me in the boot of a car that I’m driving to and fro, eternally. A silent star issuing into a sea of carelessness.
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Dont forget who you are! Never ever lose your memory. Whatever it was that tackled you, beset your weary self; all the good & bad never forget!
This is the outer core of your Eternal Diamond Abode. What ranks stinks & sucks…what was hated & loved: be infinite and take all that in. A faithful warrior is no better than his Master.
Across Aeons & Aeons thru the most profound gapping gaps between the stitches holding all the indefinite worlds together: strive hopelessly & be glad! until you reach the deep des-incarnation of yourself. Hail. Hail. Middle and extended a key to all enigmas: a Child of the Black Sun. An Angel of Death. Another brother to Lucifer’s Horde of Black Pilgrims.
