Mournful Congregation
The Exuviae of Gods - Part II
1. Heads Bowed
...Heads Bowed...
A moment of bitterness overcomes me
The object is there but I am not ready
The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me
Mezmerising chimes distant and abstracted
...The Descent...
I enhance the object of stone, a statue
Concentrating my mind on this point
Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify
I am following the quabalistic tree
...Oblivion...
The endless images of forthcoming tranquility
Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies
Day is night and time is nonexistant
I am not in my own forever...
2. The Forbidden Abysm
Life, imprisoner of mind
Mind, poisoner of life
Life, a single breath repeated unto death
We, the unregenerate souls
Self-tormenting in nature
The prey of self-delusion
Time-tortured spirits
Praying for self-dissolution
The enormity of our sins
The weight of our woes
Amidst such suffering
We suffer
I stand before a myriad of unadorned forms
Forms that seem to serve as the abode of my self
I reach out to them
The first to gaze upon them
Acknowledge their beauty, acknowledge their pain
We, the unregenerate souls
We, the irredeemable beings
Longing for a time when nothing breathed
Uncreated and uncreatable
3. The Paling Crest
Alone sits man
Comfort in his lonely path
Pondering loss
In funerary cheer
The paling crest
The dying ember
White falls to grey
Grey grows this dawn
Deep down there
Is something so old
Great gate of the gods
Unwearied in its multitudinal form
Deep down in the depths
A past so impenetrable
An exoteric veil over esoteric truth
Indivisible and immeasurable
Endless procession
Nature's reflection
The wise fear birth
The profane fear death
Fear of death is fear of wisdom
Divine perception
Ultimate deception
Fear of natural order is fear of nature itself
For death is merely the consequence of birth
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