The Exuviae of Gods, Part II

...Heads Bowed... A moment of bitterness overcomes me The object is there but I am not ready The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me Mezmerising chimes distant and abstracted ...The Descent... I enhance the object of stone, a statue Concentrating my mind on this point Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify I am following the quabalistic tree ...Oblivion... The endless images of forthcoming tranquility Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies Day is night and time is nonexistant I am not in my own forever...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Life, imprisoner of mind Mind, poisoner of life Life, a single breath repeated unto death We, the unregenerate souls Self-tormenting in nature The prey of self-delusion Time-tortured spirits Praying for self-dissolution The enormity of our sins The weight of our woes Amidst such suffering We suffer I stand before a myriad of unadorned forms Forms that seem to serve as the abode of my self I reach out to them The first to gaze upon them Acknowledge their beauty, acknowledge their pain We, the unregenerate souls We, the irredeemable beings Longing for a time when nothing breathed Uncreated and uncreatable

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Alone sits man Comfort in his lonely path Pondering loss In funerary cheer The paling crest The dying ember White falls to grey Grey grows this dawn Deep down there Is something so old Great gate of the gods Unwearied in its multitudinal form Deep down in the depths A past so impenetrable An exoteric veil over esoteric truth Indivisible and immeasurable Endless procession Nature's reflection The wise fear birth The profane fear death Fear of death is fear of wisdom Divine perception Ultimate deception Fear of natural order is fear of nature itself For death is merely the consequence of birth

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025