Inward to Gethsemane

In serpent's tail Slithers under his thigh Worms its way Spirals upward Rounding the pillar From the tumescence To the rigidity Explosions, creation In the elation Of the absence Explosions, creation Annihilation Free from maternal boundary violations Spilling seeds Burdened by ancient pain That gestate inside her Phantastic reminiscence Of these explosions In the elation of absolute absence Creation, annihilate The inner gestation Their deaths attracted him With his vestigial organ Growing erect in utero Violated by his mother violated by her father As their corpse mouths That used to spittle in his The carnal abuse Was a beautiful sight To find then frozen shut forever Ejaculating to visions of his own birth Their deaths attracted him With his vestigial organ Growing erect in utero Remembrance of being Violated by his mother violated by her father Violated by his mother violated by her father Violated by his mother violated by her father Violated by his mother violated by her father Round the pillar From tumescence to rigidity Explosions in the elation of absolute absence

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Those force-feeding boys being boys: Beloved sociopaths Their dead air breaks the circle Divided, gaping, gasping Afraid because they have no minds They only have blinds they pull down When they see her I'm still here, dead as a toy Misandrous, no breath to sustain See the boys, experts at playing dead They prefer it silent To keep the war-peace Piles of wank-refuse spew Fill their inner cracks, asphyxiate Fetid and foul fumes steam, I can either play dead or be dead They won't notice Deep in their comfort Behind their eyelid blinds Choking priapic chasms Waft and strange me - us into a Voiceless performance: A perfect performance Voiceless performance: A perfect performance Every day for near half century Death instinct races through me First sagging, then decomposing, Dominating me in devoration A struggle upward Pointless, unseen in this world Where he stays so pristine Her cinched puckered lips, once full and red, Now frozen in anguish as nerves deaden The cruel hand of time forces The death instinct racing through me A struggle upward Pointless, unseen in this world Where he stays so pristine Expert boys are playing dead They prefer the silence to wage the war-peace I slip down into death's long drain, A deluge of blue, green, And yellow tissue desiccated Their dead air breaks the circle Divided, gaping, gasping afraid Those force-feeding boys being boys: Beloved sociopaths I'm still here, dead as a toy Misandrous, no breath to sustain I can either play dead or be dead They won't notice Deep in their comfort Behind their eyelid blinds Choking priapic chasms Waft and strangle me-us into a Voiceless performance: A perfect performance Voiceless performance: A perfect performance Cinched puckered lips, once full and red, Now frozen in anguish as my nerves go brittle Expert boys are at playing dead They prefer the silence to wage the war-peace

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

An acosmic other The One, an alien Supramundane The not-being Into the ether Falling, a bastard Unto the aeons Inverting, imploded Imploding Godhead Timeless agon Holding the remnants Of a timeless stillborn Stillborn Entity Representing the absentee Time spent seeking eternity Nature concealed The hidden, the Father Pleroma unveiled Ave Sophia Passionate gnosis Monstrous archon Hubristic creation Stillborn beyond Demiurgic mourning Creation unbinds The Father is alone Aeons have fled Stillborn, the silence Discontinuity Stillborn, discontinuous Within eternity Representing absence The Father is empty Demiurgic passion Resplendent vanity I am rotten I am sickening I am fallen I am living... Silencing the archons Sophic transmutation Stillborn birth Immanent eternity Representing absence Empty orality Demiurgic passion Deific vitality

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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