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

Feeding Chaos

Death is blooming
Under currents
Feeding chaos
Novelty
Where death doth bloom is the devil hearts
Flowers of death blooming
In their hearts
Death pacifies the hungry

so war and death walk hand in hand
 so sorry to those who die in strife
Divine strife is the war of gods
And gods your name forgets

To monotheism is given the test
The test of the devil heart

To monotheism is given the test
The test of devil fire

The dao created the all so sweet nirvana.

Nirvana created the gods we seek
and all are judges

For power and the devil heart
The blooming has begun

Surrender fair apocalypse
To those who are below
Will seek your death and someday create
an apocalypse for you too

Thus is karma
The bound and bound
But betrayal is the worst
It cuts the cords of payment so
you fall to the emptiness

Extinction, the Self, the Non Self, the Celebration

The eternal survival of the soul once fully realized never departs our separation gone but still my heart says don't fucking touch me death and destruction feed on your memory
The eternal survival of the soul once fully realized never departs our separation gone don't fucking touch me I will destroy you and feed on your memory

How nice to be forever ...free the truth is heard learned and then without realization your soul is latent non manifest
How nice to be forever free and still slowed by understanding the savior of all
Greater understanding swallows the lesser and we change everytime we understand

The prophecy of full manifestation will destroy the lesser powers and the greater take you apart and put you back together

I have given you a beautiful flower
The flower of death
Let it be worshipped in vanity
The greatness of the greater vanity
Swallows the lesser vanity
Becoming blood and drinking your selfhood
A celebration of the flower of extinction
That which carries us to completion
Is extinction
Must swallow and digest
Pure power
Intoxication aegis
The shield of becoming
I am intoxicated with the power of the ages
Triumph of surrender to that which is opposite of the weakness
The flower of death
The all power
The self

And as the self unfolds the veil of space and time
Greater eternity professes all the world a stage choice being the part we play
Without understanding our purpose
We flock and feed on the same things
Otherwise we are gone to conquer
Chaos and illusion
And make it a trap for the selfish
Whose net is their own heart
Ignored with the all substance
That which turns perception
Into eternity
The flower of extinction
The flower of death
The all power
The self breathing in the greater peace
Understands and is now forever changed
Not for an idea but for that mystery of realization
Mysteriously we learn but it is all a waste without the reality of realization
The flower of death
The flower of extinction
The ruling royalty of information itself
All of this information
All of this extinction
All of this the realization of the self
Realization of the non self
In the safety of eternal strife
May the eternal strife rise to divine strife
As strife calls you to your destiny
Shatter
And reform
Possess eternity
And breath
Infinitude

The Exalted Hunger

A virtuous hunger
My being
A thirst of revelation
My burning nature
Consuming everything I am
For first comes the fire
And eternity comes not much later

The exalted fearlessness draws me in
For I am to be a part of all of this
Not to give up my worldlyness
I see transcendence as a reward
That brings you back again
As a hero soul
And my honor binds me forever
To not leave this place of my birth
As to stay in balance
With the twin tides of life
My muse and my maker

But to return inside the righteous hunger
I surrender
And allow myself to be consumed
The familiar  scent of death
Brings me a joyful eternity

Death has become a flower to me
And as I try to cultivate this flower
My remaining mortality
Falls away
Leaving scars of immortal blood

It has begun as lessons in mysteries
For these are the mysteries
That hold your being
A mortal
Mortality is nothing but an uncleanliness of ignorance
Towards our judges
And towards everything
And as they judge us
Some take only what belongs to them
Others steal their life from the plants and animals
Without ever knowing

This is the place where knowledge sets you free
This is the place for Warrior Buddhas
For how else would anyone deserve eternal paradise
If they left their brothers and sisters
To their suffering

To guard love against its ignorance
To guard out of love
Is the highest law

Not this frailty of meekness
Strength and honor my being
And power from all things
The hidden power between dusk and night
Sunrise and day

Alternating paths of transcendence and worldlyness
And I have asked
To be taught the secrets of the heart
For it is mine to discover

Hades is a place of my deliverance
For I take responsibility for myself
And will not fear the justice of suffering
Rather this justice which brings me past
Human frailties

Ghosts don't haunt me
They deliver me
Past the Great Emptiness
Where hunger is supreme
And thirst a queen

Demons don't attack me
They tell me secrets
And this place I am becoming
Secrets and mysteries
In this place of blood flesh and bones
It is revealed

Dionysius comes to drink the nectar of my life
In return for the nectar of knowledge
I doth consume
And always in honor of Zeus and Elysium
Let the demigods honor Ariadne
For she returns all things to their nature
In the presence of Elysium
I doth declare the ultimate goal
With both my actions and my words
My blood flesh and bones

The Great Freedom

As the bones of the created wheep blood
The eternal ones in their pleasant spaces
Swallow the noble and digest them into
Paradise
Order
Chaos these words are not
Snakes to be held at a distance
But rather the only thing you must understand
To complete a puzzle of pride
Chaos and illusion bore this body through a mother from a father
And as time went by
Chaos and illusion
Decided to take me back
Oh no not to me I fought
For as I planned mastery
Over the winds of war
I had not planned this
When you become a god
You acquire enemies of gods
For every religion
Seeks to name it's holy as the only one
Bullshit
Worship gives power
So naturally the gods said to worship only them
And as the blood drains from the sky
Of avernus
And becomes a rain upon all things
We rejoice
Prepared but not yet ecstatic
For the ecstasy comes over time
And freedom makes it O so easy
Blood born of sacrifice
Body endured past the struggle
Mind taken to the divine
Spirit reborn
To the great freedom
I sacrifice your gods
May they take it well
For the great freedom is both noose and mother
The twin tides of life both swallow and feed
And I drink from them both
Looking for the eye of Christ
To the great freedom you go

Reign of All Desire

The reign of blood. The reign of the shadows of complacency.
For the clash ends with the devil hearts as perfection is found in devil fire.
So human frailty collapses at the fire of darkness. Calling its own sin the devils fault and living a fantasy. The devil fire reigns over the divine vengeance of all hearts.
And I swallow your soul. Named parts I swallow named to me unmentioned out of distaste of human judgement. Divine judgement is prepared for the eminent ones and given over to them. Divine ignorance succeeds as the eye of Christ rules over the sages and their so protected prophets. Prophets speak blood to our souls as the sages weave webs to catch the righteous in their reward.
Be so caught and become ambrosia. As fallen creation no longer is clung to. The divine becoming bringing forth the coming of the god royals. The divine becoming of immortality. As the mortal coil is released the immortal coil comes to comfort the souls of the awakening. Rudra smiles as success is guaranteed to the warriors of the adoration of the ages. Remember the unwrapping of the mind begins the journey. For the mortal mind is wrapped and bound to passion.  The free are the sages who are beyond the wrapping and the binding. May Indra bless your soul and free your mind. The prayer of eternal enlightenment. For once the mind is unwrapped and bound to the passion of the demigods it is free and constantly rises regardless. This is the freedom of the sages. The eye of Christ remembers itself to you. And into divine ignorance you are given.

Grave of Human Frailty

The natural state
will be returned to
as oceans of darkness, shadow, and light
foreshadow
oceans of blood
spiritual blood
that which ends the desert of all time
that which extinguished the desire of all worlds
now safe in the hearts of the devils who rose in eminence

the desire of all worlds burns inside the devil hearts
as their purity begins another cycle
beyond the prophecy of human frailty
beyond the frailty of human knowledge

for that which is now known of the divine
is known as a splinter is known
as it is removed
if it didn't draw blood
nothing, no marks, remain

to know the living fire
a prelude to the Great Perfection

things have an interesting way of returning to their natural state
what is the natural state of the living fire?

the desire of all worlds

Immortal Reasons

I am the night

During the day

The shadow

Of glory

I am drinking everything

For the wealth of all things

The desert of blood

Replaces my emptiness

I am silence

I am storm

I am a flame

Seeking the fiery tumult

Of prophecy

Living fire
Being lead by passions complete
Beyond this

And 

The Jealousy

The dream will conquer and a fiery tumult will spread the seeds of rapture

Immortal reasons

Need eternal questions 

I drink again

To understand

Living fire

Eternally

Glory Be

Glory how becoming of the lost tides of saints intent upon their claims that their god is their creator
Glory... Be to the nectar
Glory... Be to intelligence
For there is not one god yet perhaps one creator
Being god and goddess
Glory be to art
Our finest creations
If you would follow into hell the prophet of your redemption
Then count yourself among the loyal
Devils saints saints and devils

Heroes, the Jealousy

Fallen away
Vampire wings
Where are your heroes?

Virtue doubtless and pure
Only the stainless can completely clean
The stained
While heroes are chosen
By their own minds

Drinking of the nectar
We rejoice with the demigods
While the Angels serve
Golden wings
Golden limbs

Poison you tried to feed to me
While I knew it and had already drank of the nectar
How interesting...

As there are many nectars there are many gods

Nirvana created your creator
And heralds its future
A hero soul dies and lives again and again
Returning when appropriate to bring the jealousy. Jealous our souls of your suffering.
Jealous hearts prophesize the end of suffering inevitable. Who do you think would come to watch over your souls? The jealousy will take you and one day you will understand

Abyss of Hearts

For my hunger. Bloodless... Thirst

I drink from the sun it's blood, eat of it's body.

While the eternities stop to do the same.

Learning eternally.

O' Abyss of Hearts

The People of the Sun

There is an infinite sound calling promises to the promised

For first there was a promised land

And afterwards a promised people.

Coming together eternity defined itself with their glory and faith.

But yet I speak of the Abyss of Hearts

As If there were a reason to turn away from a person forever.

And we discover no reason, and accept our eternal purpose so as to find the reason, the meaning of all of this.

My jealousy has become infinite and quenched all of my desire. Desireless I seek the Reason of the Ages.

And yes the People of the Sun will empty the Abyss. For it is filled with broken spirits and charred essences.

Jealous is our creator. And jealous are the stars of his glory. For jealous hearts rule over the rapture.

The rapture like a messenger comes and goes as it pleases. Bringing us who are both alive and dead more dominion.

Freedom from fear, is being conquered by your hunger and your thirst. Having them consume your fear.

While the Abyss of Hearts weighs weary on us all. And the rapture comes and goes, until it has found the sound of its own becoming, in our presence

Ashes, Ashes, Bones, Mystery

To the mystery of reason I give my remorse. So I could someday understand.

Some things can't be undone only waited on. Patience, Patience, finding your secret.

I say ashes and bones and to a scarlet depth. To this my mind recognizes what's been lost.

My mind gets deeper and deeper but the sands of time run through my hands. I could bother trying to hold on.

Ashes and ashes, and in comparison they are feeding birds so they return, and building bird bathes, while i'm feeding ghosts and doing the same so they return to me.

But then again the sands of time come for my life. I welcome them now, but refuse to make them my home, for another lifetime or so.

The lion spirits enter my domain and I brush my past away and accept dominion. Without a respect to confirm your love and a love to give your life meaning, passion leads to glory, and glory leads to tribulation.

Dominion pure has passed its tribulation, well then celebrate. Destiny is an intelligence, and I'm making friends with the fates. Thunder, storms, and whispers I am to the unseen. 

Well regardless, anything that was ever good or perfect in all of history will occur in paradise infinitely.

There's a secret to everything. Wordless unexplainable secrets. 

Where are the ashes of the mind? Spread over the planet as cities and roads.

Once upon a time The Ancient One's were near this place. Now I seek them and their power.

My hunger is conquering my body. One day it will be a completely peaceful hunger.

One day my search will complete itself. Into true eternal celebration I send my soul's journey.

Blessings of Ashes, Blessings of Bones, and Blessings of Stone. The stone being a weight to rest upon.

And as I rest upon the stone I return to my path to the eternal.

God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction

God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction: The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers. But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes ...

HeartProof

Heart Heart
Backstab
art

Why Why
Death Lullaby

Who knows who cares


Heartproof


I saw my reflection
In colored waters
Of the future
Of your death
It was beautiful
Cause I died first
In purpose
To get you in heaven

So whatever

Heart proof

Proof proof pudding pie
Slave slave lie lie
Go on bro lie some more
I saw you first oh wow oh wow

Heart slave

In time to the rhythm in my bones
Solitary confined
Proof
Prove to everything my blood is science
Was science at first
Denied instantly
Became an instant on purpose
To defeat relativity

Einstein was a genius of jinn rape
Truely a mad man of sorts
atom bomb yourself and cover it up!
all of relativty is a cover up
designed by the cia consciously
to allow atom bombs
to exist

and I don't even care whatever
Because its the information age
and covers ups no longer exist
blah

Eternal Destruction

The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers.

But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes yet from the service to the divine frustration. For the divine is frustrated with this place of tribulation and toleration.

The frustration gives tribulations yet to understand the being of the soul is in (what) it gives. My souls identity comes from its source of giving and nothing more.

The flow, the flow, of majesty, comes

To describe this place is music.
Look to science and find in it a mental direction which is not science at all
True science is music and the fact that this is confusing shows the current state of scientific exploration. Music is vibration creating perception. Perception is consciousness, and consciousness is soul. Thus science is changing perception. Be that through a vaccination or anything else.

TO give me science is silly my soul speaks. For I am science and nothing more. And you will find in my memories a striving for not caring. Well be desired of yourself, for my cares are divine. And I require nothing more of you.

Yet the toleration continues. Everything in this place subconsciously tolerates divine vibrations. I fear not for my body for this reason. For I need not communicate my material karmas with another place. This place satisfies my burdens and I train in eternal destruction of the internal martial arts not to destroy anything but that which is already constantly in a state of destruction known as change. To change is to destroy, and to destroy is shiva. In eternal dedication I commemorate this moment for my self. For the relaxement of all confusions. For the bliss of eternal destruction.