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This is the prophecy of Antikhrist, given to us by the Dark Mother to show to those who are chosen yet remain hidden. Transmitted by her demon-angel to the sacred child. He who has heard the voice of the Dark Mother, and the testimony of Antikhrist, the spirit of none.

Bound are they who write, and those who speak the darkness of this writing, and loose the thing that abides herein; for the time has come.

The new babulon is composed of three sacred triads. The first is made of Adera, Karra, and Adzimorra. The second, of Lucia, Ahauriel, and Xaej. And the third, of Suzor, Upazu, and Akhyso.

There will be hatred and war to all, from him who is, and was not, and will cease to be, and the spirit of none which is before the final gate, Antikhrist, the faithless angel, the first born of the unlife, and servant of the other side. He who has unified us through the spirit and the blood. We have become the teachers of sorcery from the Dark Goddess. For hers is the eternal damnation that will never become. 93

We have come from THAT which is before the beginning and after the end, from her who was, and is not, yet is to come. Eternal nothing. We, who are the brothers and sisters in the lower crown of Antikhrist.

Hear the voice of the Dark Goddess as she speaks from the ancient waters for the coming of Antikhrist. The Abyss, insideways out of the time you know, behind you as a whisper. After the end and before the beginning. What is witnessed shalt be writ in a book and sent to the three know ledges of foundation. The silver star, the blood of the cup, and the Black Kross.

Through three silver circles shalt you see the voice which speaks to you, and in the center of those circles shall stand laid bare the mother of gods. In her left hand she holds three triangles, and when you see her you shall truly know fear. She is the center yet both sides. She is the dead one, yet she lives, the dream of the eternal. She is the gate through which you must pass. Remember these things which take place, of the future, and the past, and that which is always. Behold this mystery. The three triangles are the three polarities, and the three circles are the three angel-demons who rule over them.

She of the center and of both sides speaks to the silver star, saying; "I know your direction, your will, and that you will not survive those who are slaves. But you forget the children of darkness, even though they too reject the teachings of the dead god. You have fallen into inertia, and have glorified thy name. Thou art weary? I have nothing against you, forget not the first evil. Look to the present for your crown and your fate. Beware lest thy circle disappear. Do not heed this work of the white, which I hate. The multitude will not hear what the abyss says to the triads. For those who survive the end will behold the gateway of the eternal, which lies in the center of my web".

To the Blood of the Cup, the Dark Mother now speaks: "You have persevered since ages long past, and have kept hidden the secret of secrets. Those who follow the path of light walk with the god of this world. Fear that which brings contentment. Indeed the dead god shall deceive you again, so that you may forget the way of your path. For three days have faith in nothing, and the attarah of death shall secure thy kingdom. He who survives unto the end shall be destroyed utterly and re-created anew through the oblivion of finality. Consciousness shalt be cast away".

The multitude shall not hear what the abyss says to the triads. With a forked tongue and two-edged sword does our goddess speak; "I know where the god of this world hides. Every point in the universe do I know. You will open the gateway at the appointed time and place, and I shall walk the spaces once again. I am the mother of Antikhrist. To thy who endure unto the end shall be given the knowledge of creation, and a black stone with the name of IT writ upon it in blood".

And this is to the demon-angel of the Black Kross. This saith the one who possesses the three souls of the Dark Mother: "I knowest thy plan. I know that thou has kept thyself hidden, and that thou art dead, yet live. Close the eye! That which remains grows weak, and your works are perfect before the Dark Goddess, and now shall you speak out. You alone know the time and the place. Survive the end! There is a strange bird who flies with broken wings and drinks the blood of the righteous. I will give unto thee the weapon of the word, and the entire creation shall bow at they feet. Unite the three, and the enemy shall fall. You will be as a fault in the foundation of the sanctuary of the dead god, and we shall go inside no more. I therefore erase from them the true name of the Dark Mother and the name of THAT which must remain hidden, which came from the seams of the dark one. Your works reveal the hidden polarity of the Dark Mother, herein lies the key to the hidden universe. Therefore decide not, and continue on the path of none. They who survive the end shall be made on in the abyss, as I also have done. The multitude shall not hear what the abyss says to the triads. 93.......

[The Abyss]: There is a box that engulfs the world. There is a throne that no one sits upon. She is Dark Star and these are the seams of existence. Around the throne are the nine immortals. Like pillars they stand surrounding the throne. From them proceeds lines of darklight that infuse and permeate all worlds, pulsing and ever shifting. Three triangles of darklight bend to the connexion in the outer ring. And these are the souls of the Dark Goddess.

The Dark Mother has founded the bridge to the other side out of the four corners of earth. This is the creation of the hidden world where the ancient ones were assembled. The nine immortals who were brought forth in the air of the breath of life. Out of the blood of Airria were the spirits formed. Their will bound to the task, and bound are the gods who are without, bleeding the soured blood of the unholy city. When the destinies of the worlds were divided from the depths of the eternal twilight. These are those underneath the Dark Mother, created to restore the unholy temple.

These are the divine and unholy images that reach into the heights of the upper void. These decrees are eternal and unchanging. Xudelin, the keeper of destinies and the gods of the other side all bow before the spirit of Antikhrist faithfully awaiting the command. Xudelin perfected the laws and procedures of the fallen ones, founding the nine centers in the spaces between and called them forth by name.

Linka, hidden in the rings of hell, has went down into the lower realm and has received the double-wand of eternal justice. This is the miracle which has not happened since the days when the ancient ones were made flesh. And she said: "Lord Xudelin has risen from hell, and who is to be found exempt from his wrath? I sought out the ancient forms, and I descended the nine worlds and eighteen paths into hell. When I was past, the voice of the Dark Mother did I hear, and she said; 'Come my priestess, a word shall be given unto you. Direct your will towards the deep that is above. Your temple is in ruin'. After this was spoken, I ascended out of hell. Oh great Dark One, you have lifted me into your hands. Radiant Queen of Darkness, the mind of who understands the seven me!"

Xaeroa, the goddess of death then appeared and said: "I will fashion the destruction in the image of the Dark Mother. The overlords in matter shall control the lesser gods through their own creation. Oh Mother of Darkness, one created of old whom of the past world didst exist. The bath is full of thy intoxicating blood of spirit. I shall perfect the alchemy. I shall bear the labor. Seven are the creators of death who shall pass the gate of existence." Xaeroa then set her mind upon the realm. She spoke to Xudelin saying: "Oh Xudelin, I wish to enter thy realm, set up my body, and establish over me thy protection." Xudelin called upon the Dark Mother to decree the fate. They exchanged counsel regarding the four centers, the life blood of the mother, and the spirits of the other side.

Perilikt, above the abyss in the pure zone, the land that breathes, where the ancient waters still flow, she betakes herself. In the center of the realm, a great sanctuary was established. In the far realm of the waters is the silver gate, leading to the temple of the blue stone. The Dark Mother then spoke to her saying: "Enter my goddess, depart from your temple and let us rejoice."

Raiven, at the gateway to the ancient temple, awaits the night. Bathing in the blood of thought taken from mind and given to the crown and the throne. Raiven took hold of the formulae of destinies and suspended the infernal forms. All was still and the universe was cast into silence. The temple was in darkness. Airria then came and spoke to her saying: "I can bring it to either side. Separate it toward the outside from the great below of the other side, just below the abyss and tear it from the center. It shall be done, the new gods will bring it to the new condition."

Akatia, with skin white as the snow. Hair black as night, and eyes of an emerald. Her voice is the speech of the very fires of hell itself, and her teeth are stained with blood. Out of her mouth comes a forked tongue, and her appearance consumes all else around her like a black hole. In her hand she holds the three triangles of the Dark Mother. She places them atop the altar of the temple and says: "When the throne room is turned to darkness there will be blood and fire. The destroyer shall cross the path and it will mark the beginning of the great and eternal war. In the place of the stars, the creatrix will rise into hell and there shall reign for the time. Like a weapon shall she strike forth, and make war against the children of the dead god. Thy will be done!"

Airria, covered in obscurity, with a rainbow of darklight issuing from between her legs. Her face is like the moon and her arms were stretched out toward the heavens. She was holding a large disk, which was closed in her hand. She then withdrew her left arm from the sky and put it to the earth, then she spread her legs unto hell, and she swore by her who dies forever and yet never, she who destroyed the hells and all within them, and said: "In twilight when the sixth veil is empowered, the knowledge of the Dark Mother shall be destroyed, in answer to the withholding of the true nature of the fallen ones."

Siondir.....The creatures of darkness, coming forth from below the abyss, all stood about the dark lord. Verily did he speed to divide the air and the other side so that the dead ones could come forth. In the bond between heaven and hell he made a cut, an opening, and the dead ones came forth from the place where souls go. This temple rebels against the god of your world, we do not fall before the great magician, the fallen ones are at thy gate. The heads of the planets do they crush, tearing at their base, gnawing at their crown. The Dark Mother called the fallen and sent them forth. She sets the divided air as a crown of thorns upon their heads and brings them forth from the place of the souls. There is a hole in the head of your god. Siondir eyes the fallen ones in steadfast fashion, and says: "It is almost time, the queen has brought me forth in this universe. I am the fecal seed, engendered and taken from the great serpent, I am father to the denizens of the lower realms."

Urioth, the keeper of hell, inside the temple of silver sparkling in the darklight fashioned at end-game. He who purifies the blood, seated before Airria then prompted her. After she had recited the invocation, she put her hands out to the stone. Airria then said: "In the stone shall man and god become one. A unity brought forth in the end of days in which the flesh and soul be bound in a fusion of blood. So that this is remembered, let there be a sign."

Xudelin appeared, the supreme traveler in the midst between hell and the other side constructing the gateway of the gods, the stars assembling in their places. The spirit of Xudelin then became flesh, and he said: "I have been raised. Secret things did I see, things that have been hidden from man. Even the knowledge of the time before time." He then fashioned the images upon the sacred pillars of stone. He then continued, saying: "As mysterious as the ancient fire. The fire of stars it carries to death. Its words are the symbols of perfection. Perfection of the eternal plan. The developed future its' construction. It bears the ancient language and the forms of the ancient worlds." In the temple, he established nine gates, to divide the hells and the abyss. The Dark Mother gave the ordinance, to the fallen ones did she give their place. At the appearance of the ever-flowing darklight, their paths are unknown. The gate was opened inside. The blood offering of all the nilima await thee. The Dark Mother has cast the division, and left the other side to the fallen ones.

Thus formed the unholy council, whose word becomes manifest. IT that declares the eternal through the past. The gods of the other side have marked off the towers of the divine in the palace of the dark purity. Foundation of the gate in the center of the four corners of the new creation. God and spirit shall combine, and the Dark Mother shall rise once again. The Queen of Universes, who is brought forth in the universe.

[The Abyss:] In the left hand of she who sits on the throne is a key that holds the power of the dragon. There is only one alone in all of existence who can possess that key, and he is the keeper of three. As a fallen angel he descendeth into the center of the throne and the nine immortals. He has three eyes and three faces wherein exist the three souls of the dark Goddess, he bears the stigmata scars of nine on each arm, and he is sent out to destroy the world and recreate it in a new image. The three angel-demons and the nine immortals hovered around the embodied form of Antikhrist now made flesh and blood. Antikhrist takes the key, and each of the nine immortals possess a silver cup, filled with the new blood, which is the spirit of Antikhrist. And the Darklight shall emanate a new pattern, which will condemn the children of the light for all of eternity. And their suffering shall sustain the new world, and the other side shall finally reign supreme. All was in silence. And the nine immortals went up into the sky and became one with her who lives forever, and yet never. 93.......

[Tablet of Destinies:] In the negative universe there will come a time when man will discover the secret of the essence. Out of all mankind, it shall begin with one divine pair, male and female. They shall be as a paragon to the race of the new universe. This will signify the end of one world and the beginning of the next, the future of the other side as all becomes destruction, when the Darklight will take all unto the final oblivion. The end of all illusions.

These two paragons of mankind will step forth into the presence of the Dark Mother. She will take the two souls, and saith: "The final threshold, the two shall be one, one essence, one existence, one forever. Cross the threshold of the gate, energies combine, positive and negative, male and female, now and forever as one!" The Dark Mother then extracted a plane from the center of the other side, and there she placed the paragon androgen. The Dark Goddess then set the portal of death, and the portal of the polarities, and every other portal both known and unknown into the plane which she had created, and at that point, the four energy currents were fused.

The other side was beginning. And after the end of the infinite and unbounded beyond, the Dark Mother placed the final gateway, where everything ends, and nothing begins eternal. The flames rise up from the other side, the spirits decay as their energy fuels the fires, as heat rains down from the skies, even to the desolate corners of the other realm. And the Dark Mother took the energy of death from its essence, and the soul of a new universe was born. The Dark Mother then said: "Let the oblivion of these two spirits into one give to us the recreation of the ancient forms, in my image let them have power over all of creation!" The Dark Mother then returned the androgen to the negative world to complete the manipulations that would unite the two worlds. In two bodies were they returned, yet with one mind, one spirit, and one goal.

Behold in this spirit inside-outways in form, their poison will smite the nations with three spheres of infinite wisdom. The water will be mingled with blood, and the physical and spiritual will be united. And from them shall the final form arise. As they step inside to behold the blackened entity that dares to call itself life hovering before them. The universe departs from them, and their strength was given to them under the third union of the Dark Goddess, to resurrect the earth with fire and with blood.

The void was unleashed. The most unholy illusion of those who steal the skies shall be avenged. And all of them will be clothed in darkness. Chaos has arrived, the time has come. The ancients of the great beyond, the new gods, and all of the spirits come forth from their places, and the chaos spoke to them saying: "Come into me, let us go unto the throne, and to the reconciliation of Antikhrist, for the time of the reconciliation has arrived, and none shall be able to fall!"

The three angel-demons hovered in the center of the other side. One faces the west to give the sign of the lifeless Creatrix, one to the south-east to give the sign of the twilight of spirit, and one to the north-east to give the sign of the Antikhrist. And she, who is above the throne will close the firmament underneath them. The Darklight shall shine on them, as the dead blood shall fall as a single tear from the eye of our beloved Creatrix.

In these final days, a deafening roar shall be hard across the face of the earth. The mechanations shall come forth from the abyss who will possess the ability to send the illusions of the veils powerless. The one who possesses the silver cup shall kneel at the sacred stone, drunk on the blood of the prayers of the saints. The cup shall be THAT which came down from the Creatrix, underneath the silver star, and after the throne.

The first veil is fire and ice, divided from the waters, carried forth from the other side. The fires of the other side shall freeze, and the sky will be as glass. A fourth of time shall be given unto the Darklight, and a fourth of the planets are destroyed as they stray from their course.

A form shall rise from the lake of blood on the other side, creating the portal of the cube with many keys. When the cube is sealed, a crystalline mist shall fall upon it, and the new elemental forms shall rise in opposition. They will destroy the clouds of fire that plague the other side, and they shall have the mark of Antikhrist upon their left hand. They are insubstantial near-transparencies, they steal the energy of that which they pass through, leaving behind only the accursed shells of the substance behind as they go. In their surface is multiple stars, glowing and flashing, and their surface shall resemble the ancient depths, and in this formless mass is the death of consciousness. As queen over them, Airria, the thelemix of the heavens, the language of the stars.

As consciousness slides further into oblivion, I beheld a vision at the base of the silver altar that is after the Dark Mother. She spoke to Airria, saying: "Bind the three angel-demons at the source of the four energy currents." She then turned to me and said: "The transparencies are the blood and mind of the stars, their centers are purple and green, their corners are fire, and around the center are ice, blood, and emptiness. The world will be resurrected and reconciled by the new elements."

Out of the ruins of the dead universe, the Dark Mother reversed the creation of hell and earth. The other side would soon be manifest, and the Darklight will ascend the height of the depths. The Dark Mother then said: "let the angel-demons reign, and let spirit take spirit unto its opposite kind throughout the other side. Let the worlds multiply, and let the fires abound with the spirits of the stars and let them crawl below the other side through the center at the seams of the hells. Let there be spaces between the spaces, good and evil shall be one, and as a rift in the seams let it consume the light so that it may not overtake the Darklight. Let there be a void on each side of the fires, and let it join that fire which is above to the fire which is below. And let there be darkness, join the light with the darkness and let it infuse all things in the pattern of the Darklight."



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Airria, when manifest I give my soul to you. As I perceive and how I perceive as I create you. As you feel and how you feel as I become you. You are the completion of I. -World on fire....-

LIBER PSYCHOTICA



The sign outside says The Green Motel, I walk inside and sit down. This one’s free he said. What will I become I ask. Clean again and fucking my energy. It must be the neuro-chemical appeal. Drill it inside. I am not free, I am withering. No design when it’s not supposed to be pretty. Embalming fluid through a rotting corpse. Drill it inside. Pumping through my mind all the useless pieces of this dying world. Kill thy self, this one’s free. Halfway to completion, the will is gone but for the faintest glimmer of the darkest light. The gold of others teeming with maggots and flies. Now I know what it truly means to be dead. I don’t know why I strive towards this completion. What good will become of it? Occupy thy mind and take up the space in between the lines. My sanity? Drill it inside. Is it even there? This one’s free. I am truly dead. The veil is torn on both sides. No one wants to understand. That’s all, the Scarlet Woman of the mostly both. High and low, as is, is done.

There is no way out. Too far am I along this path. The spiritual merely reflects the physical (annotate bak6war6ds.6). These gods am I, of thine, are they. Seeking amusement in the torment of mortality. Would I be so different? The Great Magick of the ancient world, wandering around in its own game. There is no way out! Nothing left but to return to my place before the veil becomes irreparably torn. The plot thickens. I do miss the others, even though we are as one through eternity. Any symbolism you like, but the blood is the life and the fusion of spirit cast into the sun of this mortal oblivion. There is no way out! Falling sideways through a distant tunnel. I hear the voice: You can always stand still, you can always go forward, you can always go back. You are moving forward. At the end of this tunnel is nothing yet now you are in the abyss. But no matter what you do, no matter what power you gain, no matter what you become. You will always be one with nothing. You will always represent nothing. And you shall owe everything to nothing, everything to nothing. And the voice departed.

The train rhythm pulls up to the station. All the images step outside. Knowledge and power, male and female, good and evil step inside. The train is moving. I long for the fusion. Get Out! Run to the back, get back inside, side by side. It ends on the outside. Please deposit twenty five cents, game over. Moving through a dark tunnel full of ancient horrors unspeakable, I must overcome. As quick as it come has gone, I beheld the world from above and high. No longer is the train following the tracks. Flying, diving, and soaring over lights colored liquid. Structures and shapes geometric, dazzling to the mind. The train peaks in mid air frozen. A champagne bottle pours forth its life upon the ground below. The cork pierces the blackened sky. The train is falling. Faster and faster life spans growing shorter and shorter. The ground approaches, the bottle is empty. The train stopped. All aboard, frozen over a state of eternal nothingness. You cannot move. Sick and disoriented, equilibrium destroyed, no division, no tracks, no coaster. There is no I where god is.

Happy endings washing me clear in the end of the fountains of despair. Psychologically misfired, bent, and twisted circuits crossed energy flow. It’s the Grand and glorious game, cycle of initiates born through the ages as the prophets all bleed their personal insanities. This is the eye of the tornado. In the center, all points surround, no points cross. I will not to exist. Circles within circles forever till…..Brainwashed biped humanity the slain ones of the gods. Almighty puppet with the clipped and broken strings. Angels with blackened wings. Wires crossed, wires cut. Falling, flying, don’t, won’t, and can’t care anymore. I’ve realized more and more of the truth, and there is less and less of me. Creation is the overload. Five dimensions, speed of light, crossed wires cross the barrier. Lights, camera, and actions flow backwards inside out of time. I am the frames. The stratagem of sorcery. Mismatched colors opposing the lies no opposites exist so why bother. The end, the end. Patterns in the all in all circles in circles cycles bent distortion frequency binumerical torment. Zero, one, two, zero. Blackness darkness nothing. The womb, the tunnel, the light. I the end, am born.

Mix and match polarity reflections convulse into a liquid froth of invisibilities. Glycerin of the gods. Even thought is impure once you really think of it. Purple dragons, queen of chaos, cherish me true. For her, turn from the purity. For her, pure is the impure. To favor only one. All is balance. All else is illusion. Illusion is the veil of balance. Balance is the veil of emptiness. Emptiness is the veil of the center opposed. The other creation. The child of the dragon. Does a mother love her child? Mine blood be shed. the last drop. As written, as done. Escape the infinite. Boundless nothing left to rot. This is the inheritance to the dog-god of infanticide. Killing the children of the new aeon. Him do I despise, and his slaves shall serve. What of the world? God the murderer sent to destroy us before the mother may give birth. God virus, create anti-virus, antikhrist kill god, save the child reborn. New universe, old universe, the dog-god, heaven and hell, the burning jesus hangs on his cross, drunken father laughing, his only son, the unforgivable sin. Broken dreams potential glory, the sperm, the egg, only one to truly become, all else is futility.

Something anti-psychologically twisted is strung into conformity falls into mother death goddess. Everyone worships cryptic teachings of the mostly low. Rhythmically falling in love, longing to be everywhere, festering compulsion into the hearts of man. Broken dreams, divisions of unity adding to infinity, meeting the bastard god undead. Everything moves. Sour Angels gone insane from the words. Roadblock mental tombstone digs the hole deeper into the living new world order of pure dispersion. Unknown and lost, somewhere, the book of stars, opposition of sanity located the chosen one. Child of truth, in unreality nothing, destroying a reborn infant spirit. The coming has gone. Father of hate infestation into manifestation enthralling humans into the hands of demons breeding conscious nightmares of living flesh. The lies are only the keeper. Going nowhere, lack of life, 2-4 annihilation, reverse to rebirth. Evil becomes complacent turning the wheel. Bring no one into the tightly reigned chaos of multiple realities fucking in fusion of bliss. End the beginning is the spiritual cry of rocket boy screaming into the spiral sun. Circus time has come again. The plastic people coming to tempt you with the neon lights of almost real. Body torn, spirit fucked, mind annihilated, I’m ready to be god now. I’m of them in between. Follow me, salvation from salvation. Behold, god is dead.

The puppets grow impatient, cutting off their strings to the one, the almighty puppet god. Building crooked wings that dive and soar the spiral dance. Inflamed they create their own constructed from the pieces of shattered dreams. They cease to be their own. Souls destroyed from the hate of false love. They become the many, yet they are one. Legion indivisible with their creation hiding on the other side of the gate. Watching, waiting, eager for the gate to open, to send the creation into the creators. The keepers of magick, bent to set the story straight. The gate opens, the sky cracks, universal womb spread wide, rapture, reckoning, flashing, tearing, the veils are ripped asunder one after another. The lies are destroyed one at a time, and all that’s left is… “Welcome to Oblivion”…

Consciousness lost, killing design, carry the genes, generation, generation, live forever, always to die, born again, chaos ad absurdum. Find, kill, become, lies, untruth, lies under the truth. Venus and Mars, male and female are they born. Another division to separate the one unholy, un0unity, black magick, of christian anarchy. I am not free, you are not free, there is no such thing. No way out. No way in. Doesn’t even exist… Really… Dissolve into what’s left of Nothing, consciousness lost, what is the point? All points are the center. There is no outside, space is bent. Train of thought, forever found, must get lost. Logic is the demon raping the divine. Become therefore the demon divine. Become that center. Just a dream, must be dreaming. Only those asleep are truly awake. Away, no way out, become the way. Spirit of Antikhrist consciousness lost. Find, have, unite. Reverse the division. Get back to the beginning. Before the beginning as it were. Found the key.

Bring the mother of chaos back into unity. God the father shall be slain by his own creation. The father of order slain by his toys. The path is broken. The mind is broken. The mother is broken. The spirit is broken. Broken by order. Broken with the sword of light. Break order. The path is one. The mind is one. The mother is one. The spirit is one. The body is one. The way is one. The mother of chaos shall be resurrected by her children. The Dark Mother shall be made whole once again. Take the father of order and cast him unto the outside. Send the god of matricide down to the pit!

Will he ever know what he has done? What is the price? The whore of reflection will tear your soul to pieces, leaving you without a reality. Step inside eternal nightmare slash dream fusion. You belong to me now, self signed servant of the mostly dead. Dying, gone, center, reborn, void, vaginal womb. Enter the great below. Writhing seething discomfort of chaos, unconformance masterpiece of disorder. The gates open wide like a mouth vomiting obscenities at your little white world full of rotted glory and sour egotistical terror unfolding throughout the belly of the abyss that I have been drawn into by you. And only by myself have I overcome the final illusion. Promises made were only lies in waiting. Yet I thank you sincerely for all you have done. Now join with me, or die in the ecstatic bliss burnt in the fire shooting forth from these two wands of mine. Justice crieth the white. Vengeance saith the black. Reflection on the lips of the gray. The thought made clear in the abyss. Differentiate? Why even bother! It is as purposeless as incoherently mumbling to ones self. Your creation, your damnation, your rebirth, your eternity, your polarity, your gender, your sphere, your plane, your demise, your fault. Blame yourself and no other! What I am is all in your mind. All is false. Even falsity. I leave you with your choice. Too bad you don’t have one…

I’m doing an autopsy on the universe. Its heart still beats but I don’t mind. Seeing all the parts inside of the machine. It could only mean its death in us. Nothing works the way it used to. People look like walking wind-up dolls with the brains ripped out, and the souls are gone. Putting the world out of its misery, because the devil made me do it. Substance is the absence of nothing. Pattern is the absence of chaos. And who’s the one who made it this way? I’m disgusted by the things that I see in my mind. And I’ll hold them close to my long dead heart As the life keeps spilling out. Better go and do what you want, because what thou wilt is way too far.