I I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene I - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form I - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure
The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all I drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning souls
This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true? Not destined for incarceration. I crave my nothingness
This illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail? I see through the eyes of the blind Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dust
Re-disintegration. Confulse. A dead universe - Impales this twilight Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have
A snail along a straight razor - dividing itself through motion I charge this feeble product of god Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation