Revelations in Excrement
Is all gnosis The spew of the exiled ones? A display of the knowledge Of the spiral nature of the universe The penultimate Rebellion Spewing rigidity Into the mouth of the cosmos Disrupting the flow Of macrocosm above Belched up from The miniscule below Petrified by their visions Of the cycle of the spheres Is all gnosis The spew of the exiled ones? A willingness to all influences Will allow the opener To taste delight Of decrepit decay To envision duality Is to embrace it To bind with it is to cannibalize Ones self in empty bliss All lights are false And the tepid waters Will consume - all lies again
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
What of the forms That did not wish to be created Are the forces of non-existence Necessary For the equilibrium Of the totality of all matter What does it!? Matter!! Was that which did not wish to become Forced into being As the sheer destructive negating power Of the universe Or has it remained intangible In the flat equalizing waters Of primordial stillness Who can touch the face of the banished In the spaces of non-existence? The great quivering abortions Of non matter The failure of those against creation To prevent themselves from being made The fall - the burning finger of the knowledge Of they who did not wish to be (Placed upon my tongue) forced into existence...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Inertia reigns in silver streams As the black light blazes over the rivers of filth And the streams that flow into the pits Of a thousand separations in a severed abyss The bones of the many longing for silence Like shining stars extinguished in shit Tepid pools of holy excrement Disguise the lies that never could have been Existence refused to admit The end results of matter Devourment of flesh By neither ... to cease it to exist Imploding weight pours inward From the centre of the universe Burning, blazing As corpses crackle in the desert Heat and fire and welcoming.. All consumption The chalice of life is plagued with drought Trembling before the secrets of the worm Gears of light ... the eye of the peacock Gilded feathers glazed in blood What is a demon but a form that leadeth Unto temples of inertia? Are these the holy fallen watchers? Psychic messages sent from The bowels of the earth To beckon to their pits ...in chains in deepest darkness Tendrils reach and grasp Peeling back the veils of duality Cracked visage splits Splinters of light pouring ever outwards I am an angel of death! I am a fallen star! I am utmost emptiness ... revealed!!! The golden rays of dusk Pierce the splayed ribs Bones dressed in ashes Scattered in morose illumination From the spouts of uncreation To the pits of utter desolation They beckon
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026