"Sick of Man: From Here Forward, the Spirits of Gaia will Ascend and Descend upon We."

In the Deepest, darkest, most deranged
and torturous depths of Hel this sword
of war is being forged

As Throne by throne it overthrows and
usurps and with a malicious and gloating
grin sits upon, as all the other daemons
He has now made subservient to Him
hiss and bow to His every whim

Layer by layer he's filleted every strip of
skin, that once made Him bare the
appearance of a man

That weak and vile creature He has come
to loathe; and in the darkness of the
most twisted, godless compartments of
His mind, there in that torment began to
bore down out of a dead soul, a daemon
that not yet had a Name because His
Essence He could not yet define

But as piece by piece of His soul decayed
and died; this Deamon within inhaled and
exhaled and hatred by hatred and death
by death; depths of depravity and loss of
reason and any thought of sanity and line
laid out upon line; the monster and the
madness and the infinite absence within
began to open its eyes

He abhorred his prototype that he was
first borne in... Goddamned Fucking Man
Everything that he Believed in and all the
fantasies that he Cherished and the god
that he said if Loved, within contained the...

"Master plan,"

If this was all the, "Masters plan," then he
wanted to dig it out of his essence, (and
rip it to shreds and wipe with it His ass); there
from where it had had been embedded to
do this Divine Beings bidding, without
questioning: only showing Faith by
blind obeisance

But He became a sword; and He learned all
that He could and communed with the Wnds
to be filled with the ability and prowess of the

"Arcane Arts,"

This Man having hated that Realm, descended
into Gaia, and became ONE with and learned
Her desires and became a conduit of the...

"Vedic Majick,"

So that He could Justify and Blaspheme every
Name; because with them all, He had become
Daemonic and unequivocally the same

And He has no Name/set identity, (exception
being, "Legion,"), because He
is always Evolving and transfiguring and within
morphing so that You can never look at Him
and see the same being: because as He
learns and thinks in His Mynd, so is He

One day Pan; another day Dantalian; and yet,
still on another, He has within Him the Druwyd...

"Duvan."