Hunger... Too Warm to Care

Hunger too warm to care

Follow me to my grave

In your eyes

A familiar surprise

Wordless death

The seat of the soul

Soul's remorse 

Romeo and Juliet?

But everything changes

Transitory this is all now hunger

And I exalt it before your idols

Not your gods

Rather your civilizations assumptions

Underneath all of this

False idols beget enemies

Faith in hunger

Saves lives

Enemies of the faithful

Find themselves surrounded 

By the inferno on one side

And the abyss on the other

Pick your poison

Fate being a venom

If we meet again

In hell

I'll be too warm to care

About your want of suicide

If you can't be honest to yourself

You aren't fit to rule anything

But will fall into the many fires 

and waiting knives

So go and don't worship the justice of naraka 

This hunger being the bones of honesty

The only thing keeping eternity safe

Is a superior force

That force above the struggle of animal competition

And even worse

Human competition

Because it separates itself from its animal nature

And finds its comfort in illusions and delusions

An ignorance of the blood on your hands

Because we are guilty not of the crimes we have committed

We are guilty of the crimes we would commit

If so and so occurred

So you may think you are safe

Because you never had the opportunity

To be an adulterer

But you are guilty if you ever would

This trap fouls so many

Sexual this imperfection comes from 

A lack of faithfulness

Faith in God?

faith in your soulmate

Is the only thing that will save you

Because you are trapped in sex

And your soulmate is the only way out

A saint is made when this is realized

Not known but realized 

As never backing down from what you know to be righteous 

The realization that makes you a god

Follows this simple role

Warrior saint rather than delusions of

Crucifixion 

All of these stories have a hidden meaning

That is nothing like these modern idols

So go and drink of hope and faith

To keep you safe

Devils knives martial arts eternal destruction

Catches the mighty

And if they don't back down

Salvation reigns supreme ahimsa

Protecting all

Beneath a reign of hunger

Consuming our fear

The consumption of all things

Being beyond all of the stories

We've heard

Ashes of War

Ashes and passions coat my skin and I breathe fear of suffocation away into the great abyss

For the abyss has taken me in as I created its story

I take in the abyss

It swallows my enemies

And I am forever warm

Doubt a word I say

And be doubted by that which protects and ensnares souls

Cross the great emptiness then attempt an opinion

As grace will not allow you to even perceive 

Ashes and passions

Without either you are reborn a slave

A slave to your own destiny 

Believe me not...

What could ever separate the all powerful jealousy which holds all of this together

Our togetherness

The mind is contained by passion

Jealousy being the all powerful

Desire of worlds

Desire of the lost

The lost desire

Finding time

Finding the frost of war

In their hearts

For war was every moment

Completely felt

With enough passion

To clean the sky

Of its enemies

Consciousness our test

Freedom to the air

Of our pure suffering

The jealousy doesn't forgive

Those traitors

Who took advantage

Of our love

It burns and takes what belongs to it

Knowing that the only protection love has

Is a greater force

Than its enemies

This is the eternal war

The Jealousy

Love versus the flames of arrogance

Burning arrows of negativity

Until all has understood it

And rests in final paradise

In our togetherness

Not the egocentricity

Ashes of war

Versus the pestilence

The death and decay

Of the irrational mind

Finding nothing but the false self

The true power overlooked

Divine passion and the true self

Daggers tell Stories

Oh hush our

warring tongues

All the consciousness' of all the ages

Sing in our ears

This dust was dust forever

Until it became angel's flowers

Angel given a melody

To put in your eyes as the stars of reconciliation eat away our injuries 

How such little things can end our relationships to each other not with burning bridges but rather with drowning hearts 

Angels my heart

Devils my soul

Give me a second

To hear the echo

Stalking its prey

Like a pretty

Shining 

Weapon

Reminding us

Of the fallen

The echoes of time

Echoes of the ages

Echoes of angels

Daggers tell stories

Everything a fire...

The sharpness in listening

The heat in sharing.

Bound to the boundless 

Mystery to the calm

Daggers tell stories

History coming together

Rapture of Doves

Rapture of doves 

Cloud of grace

Dance of prophets 

Destructions game 

Surrendering completely to the angel of vengeance

Wants disappear 

Christluck 

Christlike

Christ of death

Christ of war

So many Christs

But not enough doves

Execution(humanity)

Something calling, our nameless nature, to bliss... nameless until finding our ultimate purpose. It and our final choice... our eternal name.  Name me what you will, perhaps call me execution... a warrior's death... My desire... kill my humanity and set me free... Execute me, give me death... as a gift, fearing only pain, what do we have left?
You see I don't want to wait for it, death... Give me it now, without any relationship to my current body, my vessel irrelevant, the calm darkness, calls to me... In silence are all words, in stillness is all actions, in death is all life.  From where and to where, born to die, and die to be born... Execution at the hands of time... fated life, fated death, fated faith, fated breath.  All of this is breath, you talk of life after death... death is like breathing, it is constant, awareness, the darkness that makes up the light, the infinity that makes up the finite, the background upon which all is drawn, upon which all is born.  Free from pestilence, free from doubt, free from humanity... Execution, at the hands of fate.

Knowing death, knowing strife, knowing...

It is only by knowing death completely in its glory, of infinite day gone, that we can truly live. And as if dreaming and living were inseparable, we can't change the channel... helpless in bliss, helpful in strife, and all of the divine burns in the Great Unification. Divine strife meets my eyes and remembers my hands in it's destruction, invincible, not from escaping hell but rather for the hellfire to warm me painlessly to the loyalty of the dark tides in an ocean of infinite darkness. The creator of all, the infinite darkness, spawned our true creator, in a line of creations, who we worship in our prayers incomplete. Do you think we should not worship the creator of our creator? Chaos and illusion created this god you call your creator... and chaos and illusion can't ever be separated from it.  Chaos upon chaos upon chaos.  These are the words of the majesty come to rule your infinite future.  The calling of the God Kings begins and all of existence hears it's call.  The angels and archangels listen and thank their maker.  Thankful in dreams with wings of knives to keep you in holy death... Death's father... The archangel of death, Azrael, rules over the sealing and completion of all of existence,  As death was incomplete.  And is the last mastery of all, before the call.  The last completion.

Let Go

The stress of life
Came as a surprise
When we found
Ourselves
Entwined

And now it comes with time

My anger finds itself
And I unwind
This power
Pulses through
My veins
Sober
Clean
And fine

Let go of the ghost
Of lost time

Without My Strength

Betray your desire
And it comes back again
Breaking mirrors
Of the sun

Our fulfillment
Past broken dreams
My divine arrogance
Too much to keep down

I think I'll let you live
Without my strength
Death as a power
A skill
An ability to go beyond yourself
Washing and anointment
Of the dance of doom
The blessed nataraj
Becomes the hand of the greater chaos
Consumption my weapon
Hunger my power
A complete obsession
The power given by the gods

Now I'm just as power hungry as them
Rejoicing in my reception
Minutes go by
And I can't think of anything else
Judging being another power
At it's best

The dance of doom
Consumes my dreams
Minutes go by
And I can't think of anything else

Deathless in life?
Lifeless in death...
Perhaps the opposite
Will calm your soul
The power is coming to me
And for minutes
I can't think of anything else

Nectar of Death

Death stalks our graves
We send it messages of compassion
That which is inevitable
And holds all the secrets
Seek thee in that which you avoid
That which you are afraid
Seek the presence of death
As it's angels guide you
Then you will not avoid anything
Then you will not be afraid of anything
All of the great secrets shall be known
Death stalks and hunts
And as it's specter approaches
What is lost meant nothing
And what is saved will be brought with you
Unto the flower of death
Cultivated with the water of secrets
And the dark sunlight of hell itself
Hell's prophecy shall be revealed
By he who gives you the greatest gift
A death of power and birth
A death of strength and knowledge
A death with nectar unafraid
Drink of that nectar... and you shall taste the endless future
Be filled
And be lost in the temporary no longer
Enter into the fearlessness
And be forever free

Promise

Death has fallen into you...

For the promise of prophecy

For the promise of wakefulness

We saw and thought

It was a promising slumber

Perhaps the questions

Follow us

And where do we go?

As the mind is

So the body follows

Fallen creation declares its perfections

Without understanding

There is no complete perfection

Without everything

And its togetherness complete

Mortality shines as a darkness

The immortal answer to ignorance

Was not in knowledge

Rather in fear

That man who lives beyond fear

I declare my perfections

As everything which escapes

The mortal coil

The coil of kundalini

Around the material vibration

Of sexual fear

And the snake wishes a natural selfishness

That which is beyond the striving

For selflessness

The acceptance

Changes us

Fallen creation

Blames devils

But it will be that which scares you

That sets you free

For the misunderstanding of mobs

Hasn't left humanity

So I do

I'd rather have my devil fire

And say goodbye

To my humanity...

A carnal imperfection

Goodbye

As we talk we change

Without taking responsibility

For our own fear

Our own emptiness

A language of letters

Or understanding

Pick your poison

How could I wait

And see your poison

Blame me

Better the devil you know

Than the devil you don't

Perhaps we should blame

What we fear

A little more

Demonize the conceit

That saves us

Blame the vanity

Which becomes divine

Without your negativity

Your enemies survive

Let us gladen their hearts

And be crucified?

You will hold no godhood

In your hands incomplete

It is with our hands

That we taste the emptiness

And prey on our enemies

With the fear transformed

A hunger

A darkness

What would you wish...

Upon the hearts of man

Forgiveness?

Forgiving that which continues

Folly the hearts of man

Continue effortless

The ugliness

Of idealism

Folly and frailty

Lightseeking and sugar coated

Dreams

Dreams between dreams

Why hope...

When your satisfied

The love of power

Is in both gods and man

The jealousy

A prophecy

Getting what you want

What you need

Is more important

Than fantasy

The jealousy is everything

A power complete

In everything

Burning passion satisfies

Time eternal

As long as

The truth comes from us

Like babies

Better with love  

But whose to judge

Our coming together

Save the judging

For those of us

Still in the trials

Of oblivion

Of the natural tendency of humanity

Unable to follow our nature

Because it's bad

So we make rules

To guide our hearts

As we define the sacrifice

That the jealousy defeats

With everything we ever wanted

Truly by our souls

We give up to complaints

Of the suffering

As some simply don't dwell

Others spend their lives

Denying their conceit

And the beyond, the power

Pleases me

As I burn with conceit

Values and passions

Become regret

As my path to the truth

Becomes a path to the togetherness

And that's what I promise to you

Accepting everything

This blood, this flesh

This life, this death

For every goal missed perhaps

Every want not satisfied

The hunger for correct nature

Brings us out of the emptiness

Every evil simply necessary 

Or delusion

As it moves

The base of power being in action

Words are an action

When complete

I could never say enough