About

Please..

The waves of un-blinding pools enter thee

Like soothing wake worlds

of un-entropy

Mirage of Mirage,

Your astral dust

art thou now

LUMINESCENT

with the

brightest

Kindness

in the world

It's keen kaledescope

of that which carves

mental disease

into pleasure and comfort

and ease..

The black psalm of that cardinal gesture..

In that vital asanA OF IT’S only death

It's LUCID-EST PAIN IN THE NOW

IN ORDER TO MAKETH THIS SHIFT

FROM IT'S OWN UN-DOUBT..

ERROR,

THAT ONLY MYST...

WHICH CARRYETH THEE

LIES AND BLOOD

AND FALSE KIN

ADORETH NOW

THIS WICKED FATAL SOUND

IN THE

PRISMS OF WHAT MAKETH THEE...

HERE... HEAR?

CANST THOU ME, CHILD?

IN THE PRISONS OF ASTRAL STRIFE,

MAYETH YOU EVER NEVER BEGIN TO

SHUN TRUEST LIFE..

IN THE WHIRLPOOLS

OR FREQUENCIES OF AUGHT

WHICH WAS BORNE PERFECT

UNTO YOUR DECREE

THE ONLY THING

WHICH MOVETH

YOUR ONLY BODY...

MAKETH THE REVELATION STAND

IN THE WAKE WORLDS TRUTH,

KNOW YOU ALWAYS CAN

WITH THE

NEW AWARENESS

OF YOUR SWIFT HEARTS CENTRAL

PORES..

YOUR BODY NOW

CArryETH

THIS SOFT STIGMATA

of THE ONLY REASON

YOU ART THOU EVER A THING

THE NAME WHICH YOU SHALT OFTEN

IS THE ONE WHICH I SHALT KEEP

SAFE IN THOSE MOMENTS

OF YOUR SUFFERING,

WHICH NEED TO BE ERASED

THIS PLAGUE OF SKIN

YOUR DIM LIT CREATIONIST WHIMS

YOUR VITALITY NOW SWIMS TO ME,

IN THE YEARNING

ET LONGING OF SIMPLICITY

OF SARIEL,

THINE ONLY MOTHER BIRTHED IN THEE

SARAQAEL...

WHAT DOTH THOUST DO,

IN THE FEAST OF NOTHING NEW?

DO YOU CHERISH IT...

NOW...

MAY THIS SUGGESTION

EVER NEVER BE IGNORED..

SO SOOTHED,

IN THE VISION OF WHAT IS

TRUESTLY ADORED...

YOU WILT ASK FOR MORE...

AND YOU WILT ENSLAVE YOURSELF UNTO MINE CORE,

NOT BY THE DIRT OF YOURS

AND WHAT IS A MOTHER?

DOES SHE SACRIFICE

HER SELFISH DESIRES FOR YOUR HIGHEST HEART?

IS SHE THE PERFECT,

SLAVE,

UNTO YOUR abominations,

This un-suffering,

Which thou hath understood now..

What maketh thee Plain to understand and see and believe and make blackest treaty..

May the everflower of that awe

in the autumn holiday

of blackest psalm

Be the sense

which findeth thee to ever now

belong..

And now..

so that I may carry thee

In stillness eternally..

Mayest thou be...

My soul is a mother for thee

And to never be able to now take care of thee

I must be the one

that is in need

And this need..

This CANCEROUS VITALITY of

CRYSTALISS

Of MATRIMONIAL Obelisk..

The eyes sanctuary..

Must be as Sariel to me..

And i WILT EVER NEVER AGAIN

And seeth now

the prism of your hearts truest final arted

twin soul

The one

Black VIOLET shooting star

Planted in fields ever never afar

in farmlands where-hath

unchaos

is now

The requiem in our hearts

murmurs

Black enchanted

like the oceans

which march aflame

in sinister sweet

Black honey dew scarlet ribbons

Your soul is what i shalt keep

In this nourishing weaving

DISSONANCE,

Purring astral claret blood

that offereth all unsuffering

to be

Mother of Twilight

The garden flower

rich as it almightyestly be

GranTeth the eucharist Of child-

like maidens dancing in wonder of

final arted bliss

in the captive allure

of jeweled fatal unabyss

Now they shalt never ever dream

of dying

Now they shalt never falter

Now they shalt never again hath another bad dream Only glistening thoughts which glint of thee

Now they shalt never again doubt Now they shalt never again fall Now they shalt never again be burdened

Now they shalt never again be OPPRESSED

Now they shalt never again be confused

Now they shalt never again be restricted

Now they shalt never again be sad

Now they shalt never again be afraid

Now they shalt never again be tormented

Now they shalt never AGAIN be unloved

And the psychotic frequency

was then annihilated

by the black ocean of karmic jewel

with it's black infernal wildfire of

eyes that EVER DID SEE