Cosmoprism: The Theurgy - Act I
Ήγεμῶν άβυσσος Μανός ἀήρ άκανθος Άμβροτος ακόλουθος Άνά άξων Άσυλον αστήρ Άμβροτος λίθος
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
As a shred of hallowed essence An empty urn of disturbance It is this primordial fluctuation of fertile vibrations consumed by its own burrow The weightless weight of this body caressed by decrepit elements Is it the void that makes it empty? Or the calamity of its creation? The mighty gap collapses in an ominous presence Resonates in the smatter and amiss of a fragmented God A cosmoerotic liquidation of divine interaction There I stand corroded by my own perception Carrying a weightless weight of a dead God Wasn't this an act of Chaos? Wasn’t this an act of compassion? The idea that nothing can touch the Maker, the source of All The harbinger of life and matter, impeccable and flawless, the One But therein, behind the mantle of deceit, exists no exemption for the ultimate consumer Without a glimmer of hope, no essence left undevoured A witness for the ultimate void The destruction of singularity The eldest attendant of apocrypha Keeper of eternal knowledge The perpetual lockbox of nothing
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
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There i was On a swirling journey The spiral of time The forces incomprehensible as the universe unfolds in front of me in matter of moments Immersed and driven by the oddities of this grand happening Dissolving into nothingness, witnessing the fury of the cosmos A profound essence of immaculate chaos... Translocation synthesis is complete All possible outcomes have been observed See the world through my eyes, a universe so vast as to be immeasurable Incomprehensible and uneaten even by its own capacity Cursed and hollowed inside an evil mind that is held by no head I have seen worlds bathed in their makers flames, Unpure atrocities of cosmological proportions Their innocents corrupted and faded without so much as a whimper Entire planetary systems born and dissolve in the time that it takes your mortal hearts to beat once Yet all throughout, my own heart, devoid of emotion of empathy… Now i am complete.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
The old ones, the archaic which are not, the old ones who will be, unseized formations but not in the planes we perceive, they lurk, unmoved, multi-dimensioned and concealed. And the ones, those who pass never repent, for in this expanse, transcending the body, shapes of darkness, the formless forms that conquer and restrain Kanda… Es-trada.. Montos… Ea-grets… Gat… Nos-feratos… Kanda… Amantos… Kanda Seeker of knowledge, come to me. Seeker of the gate, and the key to the past, present, future, unseen and foul, where the worlds have fallen and risen Nameless incantation ΑΠΕΡΙΓΡΑΠΤΟΣ AΠΕΡΑΝΤΟΣ Tantir ah-mis trobeen hazarta, Tantir-man-ov man siz on hazan-sobar ΑΙΩΝΙΟΣ ΑΜΕΤΡΗΤΟΣ Ornament of this eternal place AΦΘΑΡΤΟΣ AΝΙΚΗΤΟΣ Great holes secretly digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl ΔΥΣΟΙΩΝΟΣ ΠΟΛΥΣΥΜΠΑΝΤΟΣ They dwell in the inmost adyta, they emerge betimes from the shutten sepulchre of haughty bronze and the primeval grave that is sealed with clay
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026