Tchornobog / Abyssal

We have pierced contact With the smallest glimpse Of Tchornobog's minds From what we can extract It tells us The body is not without its flaws There is no barrier No illusion to uphold the body is all there is Accept the imperfections Accept the limitation And accept the growth of you Growth Accept Several extremities linked to torso, the interface with which we work controlled by skull and heart This is all there is From the head(s), hallucinations occur, stomachs connect veins flow internally the Tchornobog tell us There's something more Something More From what we can extract Tchornobog tells us The body is not without its flaws There is no after-death No illusion to look up to the body is all there is Accept the imperfections Accept the limitation All functions with purpose 5 extremities linked to torso, the interface with which we work controlled by skull and heart Is that all there is...? In the head, hallucinations occur, stomach connects veins leak externally The Tchornobog tells us There's something more... ...Inside More Inside No longer just voice to study Tchornobog began to manifest into us Our bodies and our choirs of mind Tchornobog insists on the deeper possession In the pores, The exits, The openings, A benign possession With hope of being understood We began to convulse painlessly The bodies we inhabit The endless rivers of vein the digestive labyrinths The electrical links... The bodies we inhabit With which the mind is whole The endless walls of bone the digestive labyrinths The electrical links... Tchornobog continued to open us Open Us We wish to inquire further Dig deeper Dig Deeper Dig... Weave, Bone, Blood, Heart, Vein, Muscle, Organ, Skin, Hair, Nail, And see it connect... ...From the vomit of Tchornobog Reclaim the memory of your birth ...And you'll see those familiar 3 heads of black Morphed as we are, It is easy to see our beauty The Tchornobog tells us, With an impossible amount of heads, The vomit of Tchornobog is how we were born And so we create the same. We are the Vomiting Choir We, who create by expulsion Extraction, Explosion, Externally... VOMIT LIFE VOMIT DEATH VOMIT LIFE VOMIT DEATH ALL YOU CAN DO IS FEEL SICK ALL YOU CAN DO IS CREATE TO LIVE IN THIS PLANE OF DESTRUCTIONLESS MATTER ONLY ABLE TO CHANGE IT VOMIT LIFE VOMIT DEATH All birth, All creation, All expulsion, All life indeed The pattern is upon us, As Tchornobog leaves us, endlessly vomiting us.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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