Wresting the Revelation of Futility
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Blessed with scars of he trials that have begun Mine eyes covered with wounds: yet do I not see Past futility? Have I not begotten vision purer? Wrathful Mahishasura at this hand of mine Rending asunder Heaven's illusion Drowned in viscera of delusion Marred by trial, scared as such I encounter, past disillusion, I came unto thee: The blade that keeps the chalice in check I take into my left hand: slicing umbilical cord of Pan That jointed at this stomach of mine The base nature only behind me I foresee a bleeding forth of godhead YHWH, I pass into thy malevolent eye: Achievement of Samadl Knowledge Tree, raped to sin Bred to suffer in restriction Reborn again within the hexagram In mine hand the hammer that smite the weakling to ash Thy myst'ries are mine, passed by Aiwass Tongue Aum Ha "The sign of Osiris Slain The Sign of the Mourning of Isis The sign of Apophis and Typhon Ararita!" Spilling over into mortal realm the coming of Permutation of no... Blessed again with fresher wounds...
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
Casting away false moral bounds Initiated into worlds past restriction Ossuary of the soul in bonds Reborn in the cunt of Kali-Ma Limitless I have become in thee Bartzabel! He of the most vicious art! Malkuth, thou art mine to Command: all, one, none: manifest! HE, VAU, ZAIN, CHETH, I have Crossed thee, Gimel, the path across the Abyss Unity uttermost is to be showed By lamp of Nu, and alchemy there Now built Temple of Mars: I am the mould Material basis: their blood is Theirs The conscious and the Dreaming: seperate Now bleed into whole Unknowing, yet aware Ossuary of the soul in bonds Reborn in the cunt of Kali-Ma Ossuary of all that oppose Ra-Hoor-Khuit
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
Congregation of the vapid and the doomed Hemotically Possessed The devoted kneel and then are Ritually obsessed Convulse 'fore the vacuous altar Bear forth Venus treading with cloven hooves Tempted by her confused charms A saviorr so profane Your crude Christ trapped in human form Anointed by their shame Venus reveals herself to the flock Methodically undressed Revealing herself to the weak Cursed, at once, blessed Hemotically possessed As your mind collapses empty Ritually obsessed By the blessings promised-tempting Spiritual incest Whore and goddess bleeds unto you Wearing crown of insects From crown to nadir you are drenched Warmth flowing, like mother's milk Consoled, your eyes turn upwards She turns the blade next, to you Enter tomb of blood and bone Light no longer penetrates 'Neath skin now desecrated Bow to the tyrant inside At last hemotically possessed L. AL, II: X-XIV, XXXI
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
Implements sacrificed, a shard in the flass of this Great Wyrk Orchestration:words echoed through acons of legacy, still to be spake The Seraphim kneel at my command There are no gods but those at our feet And did I not glimpse thy kingdom O Ra-Hoor-Khuit? To the final bliss of invocation I have now succumb I have never known such ferocity I have never known such pain O Great Wearer of the Uraeus! Servus Sevorum Dei Defensor Niger Fidei Servus Sevorum Dei Servant of the Thousand Named God! And did I not glimpse thy kingdom O Ra-Hoor-Khuit? Emptied and broken, in collapse, suffocated ascent I am as a wolf who has eaten Himself to death and dies within the bones He cleaned with his own teeth Servus Sevorum Dei Defensor Niger Fidei Servus Sevorum Dei Within the vesture of flames Servus Sevorum Dei Servant of the Servant of God Infirmo lucidus lux vindicamus servus
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
Flesh gate gateway, soul wrung dry, philosophic Closing world above, sunken below Furtile sorrow melds to this spirit And as the wind casts itself through miles of night, passing through leaves And mountains like: So doth, the soul fall through flesh and bone Straining from every synapse: pain broken to the numbness of the undoing Asphyxiated heartbeat, inert larynx Succumbing to the finished eclipse of life Prophecy of the carcass... As promised, the dead bury the dead The dead examine themselves Ossuary, the soul is led Into the riddles left there, delves The cavern echoes with empty praise Verity in throes, as it is razed There is no redemption, there is no exemption, there is no more vision Anti revelation
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
The metacysts caress my mind in ashes of woe My eyes have long scraped shut across the retinas that beheld my soul pining for life Rend asunder the metaphysical flesh, and fill the well of sorrow, and empty this vessel All the horons sound towards the shimmering woeful guide... "Come to me, there is a way A way out, a way downward, Away from this sorrow, from this Extradimensional limbo" And there blossomed in fiery splendour the promised glorious pathway Followed I he into the portal That gateway, dripping with nectar of the fluids of the beyond Followed I he into the portal
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
L.AL, III: LXX-LXXII Roiling storm, adversarial rage And even as Chinnamastra leers at you, headless So shall you become her inverted mirror image As she weeps her endless bleeding tears Iconoclasm, ego eimi (Thou art) prostrate before Futile altar Is it the shame of of man at his primal nature? Or the base nature of man whence came such primal fears? All idols hath fallen to dust and are collected by the weak Reassembled in their clinging to nullified traditions Spiritual Sati... Goddess of vanquishing, goddess of reawakening O, were thy tears but fire to cleanse thy sorrow away Sesha-Ma, thy heads ever coiling Universe overturned to new aeon Old idols hath fallen away, away... Spiritual Sati... Goddess of vanquishing, goddess of reawakening Refraction of thy light illumines darkness within Weep before symbol of thy self-defeat Married to the wounds of perverse adulation Kneeling before Vacuous altar
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
O, thee art of Akephalos Whose mysterious face I might envision Headless invoker of Phallus Who, into this very earth, made his incision May myst'ries therein come unto Me, that impregnated earth, e'er in motion Dimensions that embrace quadridecahedron: A gift given to me of my devotion Vortex spiral away, brought lower than this Earth's bottom Away from earth, away from existence At the cusp... Event horizon fall The tunnel more vast than anything yet seen This earth and all the stars could not fill the (w)hole And what is thy tortured scream, The jawbones stretched unnaturally wide If not a wordless invocation unto the limits of thy fear? O, Scourged was your mind, whipped away from reason Yet the measurement of thy wounds is not merely actuarial The coagulation of delusion The vacuous woeful illusion of thy art, The science that was ravaged of thy hand The mercurial dissolve, away, away... Plunging into the fiery portal The undulating lava pseudopods Clawing netherwards: vicious descent that was miles and miles No exit but that below Paradise Mirror reflection purest: Ain-Soph Aur Fin'lly staring into your truest face The nadir of your work, the revelation of futility Asar-un-nefer: This Wyrk is complete
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026
A last pained embrace of this Paradise Flaming sword painted East A vicious condemnation to morality: Eras of strife, miles of torn and rended bodies Ages of tortured screams Pain abounds in bloodied fields, But would nor too art, science, philosophy Shred that ugly exoskeleton, and in such resplendent fashion Blot out that grisly moon and eclipse With greatest illumination? Or remain in safest ignorance, remain under the eye of god? I will forever seal the portal of flames And drawn back Seraphim sword: It all crumbles to ash Under the Will
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 05, 2026