Alienated
Cast into the spiraling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum;
a barren burrow, a place to keep
the embodiments of my twisted phantasms,
evolve and to emerge once ripe…
As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon
the sharp walls within this austere abyss
I am to carve, bare boned, my own castrum doloris…
and into my castle of grief I will invite the weakened
with a promise of protection
from the future’s tearing claws of perdition
Encapsuled in a solitary crypt I will distill – purify – my fanaticism
In the comfort of the grave I will ripen the slaves
Ferment and breathe the exuding stench of rot!
Tomb to womb – reversed birth
I’ll dwell in the entrails of mother Earth
Before I emerge I am to gather, secretly,
the means of my disposal
Men, women and children lured
down into my cavern in search of salvation…
but remember: thou who cureth can maketh ill…
My means to drain their secretions…
my snakeoil to void minds…
It is my destiny to spread the elixir of suffering
throughout the veins of this world.
So when I beckon thee, come to me!
Tread into Nil, become the mindly absentee
Visions of evil distilled…
Come!
There’s a future to fulfill…
Catafalque copulation – to breed upon the altar of devastation
Womb to tomb to womb…
Toxemic envenomation of the void