Apollyon
Desert and swirl sleepless Shivering adrift as star scattered sky and sea Shattered mirrors reflect confusion in countless echoes Lost in abysses of fraction distance and love From the corner of my eye I sense that which can't be sensed as myself Known to my only by the absence of Certitude A ghost haunting the pilgrimage outside of heart Longing and belonging, witness and the seen Still as if grasping for their own names As they escape their very lips And a billion axioms flutter about Moloch's fire Like grey lifeless planets circling a scourging suns Screaming for wahdat al-wujud Desert stars swirl sleepless Sinking deep into drifting sky and sea Reaching the mouth of midnight That has become an opened shell And in aeonic distress therein Shall the strangest of pearls be shaped (And suddenly) In the absence of God is where the heart of God is found That in this very moment, is pierced by satanic light Like a terrible secret fallen from Infinity's tongue In a single world
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
And as my limbs laid rotting in the valleys of black and blight I saw a burning angel descend from a burning throne To fill my toothless mouth with its burning blood And prophesized new life upon my mouldered bones And I awoke to find; past and future mute and blind Fucking dead outside the Instant's wide opened door And I remembered Eternity as a beastly god Recollecting itself in the midst of its heart Swallowing itself as myself as in I In the shameless drunkenness of Mnemosyne's wine In which I can't possibly discern Where begins the man and ends the divine Se, himlen brister nu upp för Avgrundens tunga Igenom dina grova ögonlock och lamslagna skam Våldtäktssol bränner Lagens ordföljd till våldtäktsmening Hamrar utomförskap in i den ouroboriska cirkelns mitt Att sjunga den svarta Simurgens spegelbild Över horisonternas uppskurna lår Och kedja elementens stönande blickar Till Mordbrandens extatiska polstjärna And the burning I ascended unto a burning throne From where my lidless eye beheld a burning world As the flames sang in unison a single terrible word And nothing else was heard
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
At the still point of the turning world Neither flesh nor fleshless Neither from nor towards At the still point, there the dance is But neither arrest nor movement And do not call it fixity Where past and future are gathered Neither movement from nor towards Neither ascent nor decline Except for the point, the still point There would be no dance, and there is only the dance I can only say, there we have been But I cannot say where And I cannot say how long For that is to place it in time The inner freedom from the practical desire The release from action and suffering Release from the inner and the outer compulsion Yet surrounded by a grace of sense A light still and moving Erhebung without motion Concentration without elimination Both a new world and the old made explicit Understood in the completion of its partial ecstasy The resolution of its partial horror Yet the enchainment of past and future Woven in the weakness of the changing body Protects mankind from heaven and damnation Which flesh cannot endure
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Amidst these erected concrete wastelands That your footsteps plow to sow your barren dreams As well as those stellar shipwrecks flickering afar That drifts in the idle, perfunctory current of the ages And amidst this stumbling procession of thoughts and lives And worlds and broken fingernails Dust Yes, amidst all this, it came to pass That Eternity was stolen And punctuated The abyss awoke and spoke it's name Piercing the breath of the soul and the tissue of time A steel-eyed horror nailing history's scalp Upon the crooked crux of all destinies aligned A spark in the alley of dry ash trees Stretching out into meaningless obscurity Uprooted and aflame at the end of this grave descent At the absolute nadir of the firmament As Everything out from nothing became something Or Something out from nothing became everything The feral winds flee the fetching hand yet Ever in a moment God bends beneath my tongue And say: I AM THAT I AM Amidst this funeral sty that you claim to be your home And amidst this yawning chasm of silence that you've flooded with your moans Now - here: Nowhere Death unlocks like a blazing charm of Uncoiled, dawn, star And traceless lightning Traceless lightning between all that must or ought
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
And from here it seems that The god in man has murdered mankind And has drowned all hopes and castrated all doubts Hacked Adam's face into valleys of formless dream Wherein the Abysmal Angel feast Upon disputing tongues and fingers counting difference Twitching, questioning eyes and impotent phalluses Clothed in this presence, this chance of existence' careless circumstance A mad sun drunk on the blood of every star Which trample galaxies beneath the monstrous moans of lonely love As a Will breaching the motion of the worlds In a single path In a single word In a single name A single noose to hang all gods of shame And from here it seems that the greatest fear of the living is not death But existence itself, roaring in its tyrannical totality, upon the dying crowds lost in their hell-mazes of reflection
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Where shall union proceed from its self-sealed cage? To solitary tread outside a heart swollen with certainty Beyond this presence, of itself as in I Crack the pearl and break the curse of One for All (And All for Nothing) So Apollyon, slit now your wailing throat And in silence spill forth your name Into the black skull-cup of the universe And with your blood wash our dreary footprints all away Thus I ventured to the graveyard of the gods Resting place for self-slayed suns Where the ruins of long forsaken temples lie That had become shrines of holiest renunciation To pile the tongues of seven slaughtered swine Upon the sacrificial pyres of desolation Yes, "I" was the world that escaped me As the pearl sank traceless back into the bottomless midnight sea Like a shattered star as scattered desert sand Swept adrift by the loneliness of an empty left hand Towards Irkalla's self-less lands Where No One shall return from yet again "I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God"
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026