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EREBUS
Depraved machinations
Obliviscence of mortality
Illusory will inebriates
It is the gift of ignorance
There is no privacy from ubiquity
My eyes that watch from the shadows
All matter is within my grasp
In all places light cannot disturb
That irrational fear you cannot escape
Journaled in the history of your race
And in comfort, all arms embrace
That which sustains
Their blind race
I will come, with insatiable hunger
To mock skepsis without contrite
For there will be no end in sight
Acropolis to dust
Portent delivered
Advent of my domain in ascent
To tower over the inverecund
The time has come
To reclaim what clear skies forbade me
Blacken the star that burns all in its wake
The land above is mine to take
Devouring miasma
Rusts the flesh of rotten bones
An infinite necrosis
From just below the surface
The spectres rise from your phobias
The serpent extends from my words
To claim ears above
May even Death hear my thunder
Choking atmosphere
A slow noose, life askew
In throes of a bluish hue
On the fringe of weakness
I see the anguish written
Upon the walls of your irides
May truth disrobed bare all to you
And shatter those vitreous orbs
Above bleeding esoteric lines
My name remains solidified
I've always been, and cannot die
The crawling dark beneath the sky
Like a tumour
Festering in the embryo of dawn
To lay stigma upon the sanctified
This crimson rain, a drowning song
Legion ascends from the abyss
Souls deflagrate in nocturnal wind
Edaphic forms writhe in sanguine lakes
And suffering pantomorphic slakes
Onset of tabefaction
Where vinewed hopes remain
Illaqueated by resurgent lust
To die
Published 24th Jan 2018
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25th Jan 2018 6:00am
I'm going to need a dictionary to get to the bottom of this...a feast of rich dark words and deathly beautiful images.
29th Jan 2018 5:09am
This does have great lines, I like this one,
' Like a tumour
Festering in the embryo of dawn
To lay stigma upon the sanctified
This crimson rain, a drowning song '
Really excellent dark writing..
' Like a tumour
Festering in the embryo of dawn
To lay stigma upon the sanctified
This crimson rain, a drowning song '
Really excellent dark writing..
