Kabuddah
So long in the obscure, wading through giant deities. Choosing sides. Intuition buried by ‘Gods’ – the silent rulers. They are the mad ones. Oh what a mock-up. I am here. I am the first origin, shattering the veil. To be immersed in the All is such a virtue. Neither one, neither man nor God. Seven angels on my back whispered secrets of the six-tusked white beast in the shrine where I manifest the true state of no mind. I am the last sovereign brother of Dhyana. This is my calm. I renounce pleasures of the material. So you are as I, oh so surely shapeless warrior. Messiah of the Still. May all my light devour this mirage. I’m nothing but the All. Yearn. Learn.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026