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Hence plague ridden! Keeping face as it were: within the Mother;

Concealed in the primordial waters of permutation!

Despised, forsaken by Men - acquainted with grief and

Far from deliverance - these are parting words;

When I, estranged from my brothers becometh,

I titillate as cancer within Her womb - ready to be birthed!

Cast out as a Man of sorrows, an affliction of the many for the One

Another subjective reading of a conclusive world - a subtle; barren; nightmare

Hence plague ridden, leprous at the gate - Why would one wait and die?

Enter not, for famine would greet you! One would die there; as One would die at their gates!

Now therefore come, and let us go - to the feast at the great Tribunal:

A Temple housing a cavernous cacophony of an ill-gotten inheritance:

The pulsating beat of my heart throbs with each step taken

Unceasingly before the eyes of eternal discord!

Everything attracted, everything falling - to and for Him!

Gravitas as transgression of the Law shunned and commanded as performed:

Reason without strength, fear and trembling, hope and sensation - none - Man transfigured into mere mechanism, a featureless puppet chanting a majestic glossolalia

Icons of loathing, everything beckoned, everything falling - to and from Him!

Lo and behold! Now and then and forever,

There was as it were, the hiding of the face from Him:

As living monuments of a deceiving spirit - the waters of permutation purify the forehead

Of everlasting failure, the leprous feast the shedding of their Gifts

Their clothes shall be mended, and they shall be heard:

“If you seek His monument, look around”