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Judgment
04:40
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Commencing judgment:
The trumpeters' soliloquy resonating across the brewing monsoon
In requiem of days yet to come
My vehement breath shreds the veil betwixt heaven and earth
Revealing spherical wisdoms
Memoirs of being penned into crumbling scripture
The tablature of the choirs who sing discord
The blessed nativity births redemption and ruin
A scourged Messiah
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Eyelids Peeled
06:25
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Seven days of endless time
Death of one bestowing life
From viscera form the orbs divine
Chiaroscuros sanctified
Crack the skull and drain the mind
So seas may fill and empty skies
From sinew sewn comes imitation
Yet consummation breeds condemnation
An immaculate misconception
In Gethsemane, I pray
"Not My will but Yours alone"
The process of rebirth brimmed with searing pain
Torn from the womb to be cleansed by acid rain
Melting skin, revealing bone
Brought before My Father's throne
Peeling eyelids lest they fall into blindness for even a moment
And threaten to disobey
For what then shall remain of our design but concepts of withered frameworks?
All pieces together at least for a time
All pieces marred in a union fashion
Celestial fragments disperse across Elysian fields
Every shard within will sing melodies of demise
No wonder the flesh clings to breath, a fleeing kite
For it was deemed so good that all should die
Ensuring the restitution of all things
Commence a feast of worms, sprouting decay
Thus, as it is with flesh so shall it be with spirit
No more is My grumbling
Contempt may find not My lips
Blood mingles with sweat
On My cheek, the betrayer's kiss
I AM Betrothed to stave
I AM Bonded by nail
I know His forsaking
On this cross where patterns emerge and revelations near
Revealing secrets hidden in the crevice of His heart
Visions of Mary scorch the iris
Oh, Mother of Martyrs, embrace Me please and never let Me go
Though I wail, though I beg release Me from Him
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Fields Plagued With Rust
07:02
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To walk these fields plagued with rust
To see the world as it will become
Void of life, turning alone
Languished and withering
Beseeched by soil for their decease
Their monuments beside and buried
Melding as stone and bone
Disintegrate against an unveiled sun
Claim to be My equal
Yet where were you before the Genesis?
Oh, Adam, ye are but a fragile mirror that I AM compelled to destroy
Therefore, wait for Me for the day of My indignation
Where all shall gather beneath pouring magma
And they will be devoured by the fire of My zeal
Thus, renewing their anger towards Me
A curse consumes the earth
My wrath is slow but it doth not fail
Whosoever flees the terror is fallen
Whosoever climbs the pit is ensnared
Brought low and abased
They beg for wine
They shall come from afar
His instruments of derelict
By the breath of God
By the blast of His anger
Many will cry
"No, we are perished"
On that day the Lord will punish the powers in the heavens above
And the kings on the earth below, they will be herded together
Like prisoners bound they will be shut up and tortured for many days
Dismaying the moon and shaming the sun
No more, is the pain of My Mother
Whose waning breath vomits molten iron
Flooding the earth again, turning every color to a shade of brown
Men, women and children piled as one
Ye shall fade away
Walk these fields plagued with rust,
See the world as it becomes void of life
Turning alone
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Husks
07:38
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A cocoon of brooding affliction
Soon to emerge via beams of wrath
Entombed within this claustrophobic shell
A hollow and cruel rendition of the inner self
Layers of sin permeate through a fading spirit
Mortal tribulation hath determined My position
Therefore...
Still I walk on beds of thorns
Bearing the wounds of Christ
A martyr of Impending doom
Wandering with shredded eyes
In search of keys to ascension
Beyond this impure realm
May the blood dripping from nailed hands flow into ohr
Concentric walls erected
Seeping with blight emanating from another side
Defend the fruits of divinity drifting between conscious waves
Through chains of being
Frequencies beyond perception
Concealing the sacred realms hidden to men
To shed this ethereal skin
Ridden with sore and decay
To transcend the Vale of Tears
Joined with My Father again
Absent of sin
A glow of blue specter emerging from an open gash
Oceans of rot bear down in waves stripping cataclysmic embers
Shredding the soles of My feet on jagged soil
Where seeds are planted bearing the woods for a crucifix hewn
Forms of conscious days of past manifest into emptiness
A corpse of one with a thread for a breath
Extracted into parchment figures
Stumbling into delirious dreams
Treading familiar pathways
I follow My own footsteps marking the shorelines of red seas
Before the memories wither away
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A sun like sackcloth and a moon like blood
Bend the wretched fig tree
All old things hath passed
Behold, all is renewed
You sent forth Your spirit and I heeded its call
To bear the sins of creation as Atlas the firmament
Through valleys of mortem I will shepherd them to green pastures
Your sheep, who approach in flocks bearing not blessing but stone
If you, disciples of Judas so wish to scorn Me, then scourged I AM
That callousness may lock your senses
Lest you understand and therefore find salvation
For who among you is worthy of My sacrifice
When even your righteousness is but a filthy rag?
I shall withdraw the staleness of My grace from ye transgressors
And puke upon you swords for I abhor ye
The annulus of life finds closure
Bound by the seal of Solomon
Stare into the zenith with pupils, infinite
Where 4 emblems of time, spheres of the past, align and alight
Luna, Stella, Sol and Terra
This crimson stains holy robes and falls in pale light
A sabotage of creation, of Your holy matrimony
Condemn Me Father for My betrayal
For You are My witness
So quench My thirst
Drain the sponge of sour wine
Give up My body to sin for man's clay maw to devour
As they mock My turmoil, heed not My plea
There is no relief lest salvation go awry
The figure, arisen before Me is manifested into flesh
Returning from transcendental form
I evoked the being into existence: ineffable logos
Consume and relieve, grant Me ascension to the heights
And together we will rend the world anew
From the remnants of the former left in ash
With this ceremony complete, I call upon the Name of God
"YHWH"
Come forth into rapture bearing Your gift of searing light
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Qliphoth
14:30
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Upon a golden trellis, the tree of life climbs
As I remain within its twisted roots
Entangling My corpse in suffocating martyrdom
A life I was eager to forsake
Wandering in garden of crucifix
Watching the cruxes fall into inversion
Such as all descend into perversion
An empty tarnished existence
The hours become bearers of grief
I was never asked to lead the kingdom of salvation
Yet it was borne unto Me as a thorny wreath
And so shall be this curse until I rid the world of its sin
Yet what penance can be given for acts one has not commit?
In taking up the sacred knife I take the life of God's only Son
A savior in committing divine suicide
I leave behind this corporeal burden
The price of flesh must be paid in full with the body of the divine
So that in decease we may regain paradise
From canopies, I descend where briars pierce My skin
Graciously spilling the blood of the Lamb
Staining flora to autumn shades
Heaven reels and the Dove doth descend
So My Father sayeth unto Me
"This is My Son in Whom I AM pleased"
I ascend the tree and watch the husks shatter before Me
Racing through unholy timber
In journeys through the afterlife
I find the reasons for mankind's sin
The trees of life and death in bloom
Flourishing branches and roots extending forever
As above so below
Illuminate the transfiguration to raze the field of phantasm
And sever the outstretched hand
Thus, falling into sleep where salvation is found
Unshackling the unholy Qliphoth
Dragged to lowland tied to this Triune fate
The 9th circle of hell, where Satan himself resides
To many a man's bewilderment is not a plane of hellish fire
But an eternal lake of ice, where Lucifer sits waist high
Thrashing his tattered wings, sending icy winds of searing pain
Across the barren landscape where forever sinners lie
The likes of Judas, Brutus and Cassius,
Faces frozen in horror staring blankly at the void
No distraction from their iniquity
Only cold, harsh pain
In retaliation for what they have done
And their tragic misdeeds upon the concept of life
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