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What is left of what once

was freedom but shards?

Evidence of what is deprived

broken from archaic form

The taste of bitter yearning

still sour on the tongue

as the first steps towards abandonment

marks a farewell

a departure from these cursed grounds

of infertility and misgrowth

Have you not felt the stranger

in the beats of your heart?

Has your fear hindered Him from entering?

What valuables justify this worry

when fears are mere illusion to

vindicate submission and primeval want;

to deafen the call of the widest silence?

Turning into true form

the beast devouring the man

Observe this body:

an object of pains and fevers

a host for voice and teeth

the subject of transcendence

I was born as a flame

of the fire that spawned me

Currents of black energies flowing unhindered

beneath the structures of human reign

In these streams, flowing unhindered

shall my spirit diverge

Lead it into darkness, the wastes and wilderness

where the inner human will be sacrificed

Turned to face fire, eyes toward its glow

Back turned against the barren world

this abandoned altar for famished deities

A curse is the living and cursed in their breed

Futile their dreams, corrupt and broken

To what extent can be the human interfere

in the work of our ruin without being questioned?

To what degree can its presence be allowed to exists

as it brings nothing but shackles

weakness and defeat?

It has to die, it has to vanquish -

the burning hunger of will demands it

so that it may expand far and near;

so that it may sound loud and clear