ere thou enter farther... an indiscernible horizon is the conclusion of the clay once you find my bloodless face you'll understand there's little left to salvage buried under falling ash is what I really am inner keys to a proper life abounding with flawless grace and if the light is dying this shall be its final ray do you wish to realize? if so, then move aside charred remains of my heart and take a mindful glance inside

éclaboussé d'un raz de marée venu des rivières bleues le velours du ciel clair coule entre tes mains les larmes de mille violons fusionnent en un seul hymne dépassant les notes les plus aiguës ils m'accueillent ils te chérissent à jamais please remember the first scene vain faces of clear porcelain possessed by transient flames reflect no prayers but their own distracting knees are aching on a hardened mosaic floor or sometimes bare slabs of stone no silver structures though they house little splendor breathing out the afterburn of mediocre ethanol you first met your true perception: man made hearth fears the sun! hence the attempts to cloak it with incense fume huiles, labdanum et baumes les angles aigus des toits coupent les hauteurs de la ville silencieuse et encore endormie bientôt elle brillera de flammes dorées tout comme l'air chaud se réveille au printemps ton regard se réveille dans l'éternel matin deux pierres à feu pour allumer le jour... bathe in the arising crown of rays its healing heat and incessant finesse se levant sur nous en liesse reflété dans les cœurs brûlants it is the last procession before the grand inauguration speeding up, inspiring awe magnificent ascension

to which extent does inclination influence finales of the end? beginnings of unperverted equation exhale geometric satisfaction manifesting moans in the fractals progress to futurist triangulation one equals zero, yet two are equalled by none such is the law of admiration in reciprocal delectation fountainous eden made up of isometric platforms declaration of hot meaning became what it represents involved design sculpted by the very edge behold and mend, my subtrahend there is so little difference it makes more sense to become factors as on my own I'm not an integer I need your assistance with devising algorithms that are concentric in terms of losing balance, yet gaining momentum blindfolded dance on an unstable axis syntax of reverential praxes outlines my complex render compas dans un ballet en apesanteur une longue griffe ciblant le centre accordage précis d'un chœur performing without own accord in atonal harmony of an honest chord shambles of a discordant world to shatter conduct aggressive arcs of fingers striking the keyboard distorsive gamma amacord sonata l'émotion laissée sans mots what is the graph of me receiving your attention I hope it is exponential another way I wouldn't want so blow me up in a recursive function fenêtre remplacée par un miroir pour que tu puisses voir after what you are built on invoke black tea on a checkerboard divergent to established norm incitive essence instigating my mathematics permeating all sizes, shapes, and forms papillary finials pectoral domes violent vitrages lascivious homes paranoia pinnacles crystalized souls abandoned miracle and a cascading waltz its obscene pictures inhabit ringing halls frantic algebra improves impossible marble walls, it must be the heightened temperature mortise expects tenon today there is no night sharp light of sun reveals invisible XY copulate anon I want to see blue skies divide obeying strands of your waving hair in tongues of summer breeze aflare lit up through a zephyral glare translucent fireworks fragmentating masquerade fissure temptation of voyeur address nauseating vertigo caleidoscope highway express attestation of devout pride wet curtains open wide reflect an early sunbeam dispensing warmth in the wake of spring lighting up the flashing pyramid I have become hypotenuse to your spread legs right angle eventually becomes obtuse convex isosceles polygon calculates the altitude of climax collapse on me in enea dozen vertices impaled by perpendicular bisector we'll sing a new song to our home above below the faint glow analogous aurous pentagram the twelve sets of your faces complete stellation of our icosahedron

would you care to relate impending tragedy of youthful age fire that started from a dropped whisper surpassing tresholds of too late to disengage please breathe silently caress the strings of maytime winds as gleaming mist lustrates arbours ingurgitating vesture lost in careless wafture adjust to near splashing pulse hot fluids in your tubes deep plunge, blind dive into lagune showered in wine, touching aether assets which rampantly proclaim that we belong together rubbed sore consider a pair of violators fraternal love extends into ecstatic temper dear childhood friends attain themselves to press against at least thus their glances aren't cast in vain or so it would occur to them yet why would one ever be concerned with outward appearance permission to express unfeigned emotion hardly bound by hostile clearance when every single shadow will abet écraser la fraîche mer verte no matter how aggressive the romanticization I never got to understand their affinity inverted aesthetics subversive presentation excess of ingenuine proximity even with my efforts tripled I wouldn't be a part of such poetics my innermost attraction has its heart engulfed in harsh polarity veracious concord that enthrones aphasian paradigm of austere disparity an autochthon of cold place will know that beauty walks hand in hand with madness mirage expertly phasing in and out ashtrays and bottles emptied of most bitter sadness trigger happy with the lethal kiss ruthless assassin stalking me armed with sharp scissors of her lips no honesty in being but a libertine though they say that I'm a dangerous machine metallic animal clad in human skin without consideration or remorse as if their judgement displays lenience algolagnia breeding masochistic penitence forbidding one to feel conceal infatuated eyes behind a mask of steel wielding my own fault its thorny handle piercing hands to bone and yet I don't even have the strength to stand alone in empty gardens devoid of your sincere allure praying for a heavy downpour so I could say my face is wet from rain be open for a tight embrace and hold me fervently so we can liquefy my longtime thirst changing into yours your hidden thoughts becoming mine akin to branches intertwined leaking sap while blooming it could be very pleasant two entities dissolved into a single mind, one body teardrops in a depthless sea and thus my last question is do you want to become one with me?

essentially, imagine the comfort of a steaming bathroom scorching summer nineteen seventies style tile exposed, rusty water pipes fogged mirror leaving out visages heart is racing, suffocating roughly forty degrees Celsius blood pressure sufficeint to crush diamonds gradually increasing now live through the second scene y a-t-il un sentiment de solitude dans la vieille ville envahie dont les murs rappellent comment les gens aimaient comment ils se lamentaient une fois, j'ai cherché le chagrin sans savoir pourquoi sans en comprendre le prix fort, pourtant si je n'avais pas eu mal je n'aurais pas appris que les ombres créent la journée sans contraste on ne sentirait pas si on est vraiment aimé dis-moi, suis-je?

it is the same part of our mind which harbors faith that bears doubt hence practicality despises feeling why secularity requires endearment since otherwise disease takes great pleasure in spreading wide under the skin swollen tumor ripe with chrism causing an innermost schism illegal tenebration of all unconscious levels Haec dicit Dominus Deus: "Put every man his sword by his side, and slay every man his brother, and every man his companion, and every man his neighbor" so do as he says! pillage, torture, execute, rape convert boulevards to crimson rivers make lavatories of former garths and theaters deny world's worth and man's achievements to please a being that is unchangeably morose destroy all art that doesn't entertain your cause rescinding orders of contrition debased, enfeebled hierodules of affliction would rather curse than let a human thrive why do you let a parasite taint your mind? in subservience there is no heroism just as with casting stones and shunning hedonism death squads that march in solemn chains with eager scythes on others' shoulders do you seek mercy at his hand? for he fears you may defile his wonder is he alone of what's his own no master or no lord? and if he's not, how can he claim what we ourselves afford? l'empire de l'hypnose vous apportera des rêves de mort pourtant au lieu de dieu vous blâmez Pandore yet you're the judged, in fact the moment you accept him you sign a fatal pact toujours dépravés hommes dégueulasses assassins vengeurs, nihilistes salauds tristes écoutez et repentez-vous vous êtes les vaisseaux de ce corps odieux qui se nourrit de ceux qui ont le moins besoin de sa présence la puanteur des tripes couvre l'odeur des fleurs épanouies expect upheaval under the drained dawn its paralyzing grace, I take it, lost while aiming too high aloft grey stature of collective extends a sorrowful parade of death attired in lightless matter along the streets of disemboweled cities devouring swarming pain of azure stars disturbing sight, won't you admit great murder happens at no cost exposing silver neural network rots flesh divine in noble agonizing stench our crucifixal tridents better prove efficient penetrate seasalt despondent pearly vision wreckage in havoc sowed by force of dentures clenched it's all a matter of alliance so navigate devotion carefully once pious tongues are cut by blades of unforgiving science their former bearers can be felled by mere gusts of air I say the world won't fall as long as it takes a proper toll on the position of religion it's not a personal decision to act in favor of our nature we dance to the sight of golden masks and icons melting around a heightless pyre exemplifying understanding feu affamé traduisant le luxe en notre luxure insatiable blasphemic passion exaltation of the self in modern stature atop ecclesial attire beautified by soilure scepters of lugubrious silence specters brought down in defiance lying by the side of murky road vils propagateurs de ressentiment

you who said before between dark folds of skin you contain God that pathetic presence wanted to be you so bad attempting to install longing to control retract positions to a false default why did you want to think you were ignored when each and every angle of illumination finds itself in need of your interpretation I saw you urinating on the holy images when bored going astray from a meaningless lord numbing the mind, trying to contain a raucous thunder that perturbs your soul there's no triumph in blasphemy, you may avow gravely oblivious to the irremediable stains regardless of what you henceforth proclaim conciliums of consecration can bend all will as they desire to what their kitsch aphorisms require as long as there are maxims to abide futile fecal apophthegms that can't be sung, but only rasped in phlegm imagined prime directives you dare transgress, sitting astride in a manner that makes you mock the sky "who are you, harlot, to provoke?" and yet you say without danger, there's no tension how little fear us brings damnation rather complacency that stems from separation they deemed relief profane the likes of mine perverted profligates and your mischiefs they'll judge the same mais ne crains rien il n'y a pas de limites à nos plans ambitieux c'est la nuit la plus longue pour se moquer de dieu est-ce le ciel vers lequel tu lèves les yeux dans le péché qui apporte de si moments joyeux? I'm sure not you'd rather get along with me, be in accord in severance from divine scriptures disunion with a foul Olympus so join me in convulsions on the floor no matter what dirty names they call danse macabre or a satanic tango by any means we will slight this god we're better you see how much Jesus wanted to be me in Promethean impulse to sacrifice and violate chaining himself to a burning tree and yet the only thing he managed to birth is human ardour raped screaming miscarriage sucking out tar from black incisions on a dying birch bestowing metacarpals fractured by nails intimidate through avaricious faith in hopes one would validate his scars am I supposed to quail? I can accept perdition if it wakes your mirth regretless verve draped in sensuous facture and even fifty Thespiades in unchaste rapture cannot begin to scratch your worth little difference if I share your fruit or not veins poisoned with caustic limerence liquid silver stings like razor in the throat venom of a serpent that bites with baneful words there will soon come a time of catastrophe a darkness, to particles of which there is one antidote contemptuous illness made into a searing weapon that only love can smash up and degrade I'm sure you'll find a way against the one groaning from envy à travers ses portraits sordides as if he is capable of introduction except for pilferage and artifice pouring from the mouth along with laughs most loud... one with the price of a thousand enemies quieting stars, swallowing suns a splendid technique to drain life of time malevolent, almighty deity the difference of said effects makes it harder to infer by which blueprint were you conceived? one thing is for sure not in his image

perhaps you didn't notice but there is a certain sense of you getting off on killing me masturbate while stabbing me I adore the wings of your exposed ribs red eagle flying free lung oxygen on the exterior and a wonderful interior vessels pumping emptiness to valves contracting in despair leaking mascara upstream dark streams deus novus as god, too, wept and bled while being torn to shreds picked apart by crows and vultures dying on the lowest bed stockings tighten on the neck perhaps you didn't understand devil that chose to play pretend black eyelashes drapes innards full of cassette tape they said evenings without love, mornings without grievance humans who have reached their limits sadistic procedures we'll make this street a slaughterhouse so that you can practice weight loss by slicing off my flesh arthouse motion pictures where I shall film my torture porn close up shots of you eviscerated gasping for one more breath is this what you prefer? traîner une personne à travers l'enfer so that if caressed by you I feel like boiling in a brazen bull it was truly ignorant on my side that you would make it difficult to write about frantic violence and murder expecting I'd be forced to leave all pages clean singing praise to the only highest feeling I dread that every piece of art should be extracted from a wounded heart for what it's worth... impaled on rebar of your concrete foundation church of reciprocal mutilation am I a trophy decoration your leisure casuality result of insensitive morality ferociously fierce wickedly vicious why not smash out a few of your perfect teeth or rather cut my tongue for saying such a thing as if we're lined with some thread of compulsory resentment aversion hostility ill will and sick feeling why does this antipathy have to rip off humility humans are a flawed material after all your baseless kindness an appalling screen for such inner blindness with a pale, frail hand you cover your eyes and hope to slit me with a knife alors regarde-moi droit dans les yeux et empale-moi si c'est ce que tu veux only to discover that blood and gore is mere juice and wine cleanse me of my filth and, for our sake, change the color of the lights from evil red to gentlest white I know my fantasy is made and armed with pain disturbing richness of detail that most probably will leave you shocked but I prefer the vulnerability of clasped palms with fingers interlocked spontaneous combustion in paramount heat shivering and trembling of a trusting body triangular zenith covered in lipstick glass ornated by your desperate handprints reverie is reverie god says we should bite at throat mutually act of compassion for the divine will search for golden flakes in its shit faux passion for ersatz bliss a minute sacrifice for the worthless love of his the gift of godless, private kiss he knows I'm not afraid of Hell and thus inflicts the deepest cut, instead ripping it from you so that you do this to me too Qui diligit, non novit Deum for the only attribute of his is vanity foul quintessence of self-centered insanity and even at my darkest I could never match his egoism those fractured apertures of deranged prism can, and will drench all in agonal silence shattering all windows a wrapping rain of former mirrors shredding the spring into strips and splinters that will succumb to howling blaze so that I know he hasn't come to judge me but merely to show his cruel power above all suspend in an eternal fall

there is no stench worse than that of one's dream burning wheels of machine turning grinding marble stone to ruin kismet providence preordination disintegrating conflagration for if you dare to hope that you deserve the best extreme transgression of divine intent have faith in this comfort: your charred remains will be laid to rest and now I have to pave a way through different fires and a different flame fervid effluvia consuming virgin air smouldering rubble of what must be there thus, a burning question, ineluctable arises in the end: how can one love a god that cannot even love itself? it was you who gave him shelter letting sanctuary grow like cancer cyst leaking golden exudate malignance distraining the day en ouvrant le casque triptyque aureate facade is crumbling Loginus, pierce further! make his heaven wail in trauma non enim videbit eum homo et vivet yet if I cannot live, then I deserve to see your hideous necrotic face smashed across the pavement like a dog run over expunged grace despite what most are used to being told it's not the morning star that descends as a shameless expelled comet despoiling kenosis disoriented wings of struggling angels losing heaps of dirty feathers, therefore I shall collect all instances of your failure Bellerophon at least his fall was flaunting grandeur Icarus was naive in his approach, unlike Nimrod however, I'm at odds with what we have been taught it wasn't us who wanted to ascend the Babel tower bien au contraire... the great mistake, the horrible misunderstanding is aiming for the sky without hostility impending so wreak roaring hails of arrows from below you know who to aim for to kill the dragon in yourself a sacred beast of seven heads degenerating cadaver foi dévorée par des anges creux thus say with me, repeat do not retreat there is nothing but the blue above the clouds say with me untainted cerulean welkin empyrean vacuum abyss negates memory of his serenades on ferrous terraces amorous gleam under twilight indigo points up jubilant expressions in ambience that speaks of freedom a phenomenal occasion to proclaim what I hold dear by now it's clear you are all ears so say it as you hear I know no Deus but me I see no Dieu but you for there is no God but we say it say it say it say it

incadescent dusk discoloration vascular schemes saturate in secondary colors thousands of pipes and vessels that top and penetrate the archcathedral don't hold your breath while ascending overwhelmed by greatness of the setting from the point of highest designation spires shall point onto our only destination expect the third and final scene Господи, помилуешь ли ты Меня Если я не вспомнил о тебе ни разу От самого рассвета до заката дня? Мне легче нынче спать в ночи Когда я слышу как кричишь Ты от страшной тихой боли Ибо никто не любит и не помнит from now on, instead of III there is only I

limitless stretch of magnitude excelsior awe and grandeur! defying every rule of spiritual architecture skyscraping peak of culmination ascension incarnate a turbulent wonder impressed by unexcelled election narcissi beautifying its fleurons despise temperance, chastity, and patience flashing profuse termination phantasmagoric patterns of pulsation remark prestigious tympana reminiscent of filmy lace I feel the trembling of cathartic mysticism an automatic ruction in the utmost guilds covering behind exposed palms an ailing obscuration of what I show profane success in extremis divine furor vulgar anguish of detuned trumpets uncanny aria, disjuncture irrupts a virulent deluge seeing celestial realm aflame faith discharged in charnel rivers smoldering Gethsemane sugar the taste of which is bitter will make you reconsider whether his works demand respect instead of cutting corners on my way to death I only recognize the pleasure that exists in cardiac flesh "transcending all orders which do not emanate from himself he would emerge in nothingness without God without excuses having assumed his full responsibility" doves flying out of slashed wrists won't tell you about humility for if man wanted to be god wouldn't it be the ultimate act of love? not for this wretched, vain thing a race against paradise through its angelic cacophonies and crashing streams of seraphims to the debasement of primum mobile they'll sing the final threnody with a disheveled melody as hollow kingdom comes to taste the fall of Logos pained by own lust for tragic calls leaking lavish handfuls in frozen tears in a gut-wrenching stalemate between forgetting and moving on through atavisms a lifetime of agony is just a nuisance I seek no forgiveness nor a baptism, nor clearance for deicide is a necessity to be alive, respire as me yearn and suspire through gentle smokes of living fire angled gradients of illumed streets born of decrepit city, though I've had my chances to behold in apostolic lairs, as well as secular folklore various forms of liquid gold there's one that shines in wet sheets at sultry eventide basked in mellow spring or rigid metal that adorns the church iconostasis one dares not approach in dusty rays pointing at the cross absence of god is the zenith and climax base apotheosis disregarding parallax a clockwork, and every cog without direction purposeless machine that approaches no goal entangled piano strings, organ pipes filled with coal in our world this is the mechanism of hope yes, it is a bottomless pit it makes no sense to possess variation in every crease exhibit human imperfection since if devised through a flawless template we would be one and the same with no trace of neither love nor hate neutered and mute in a blank state delayless symmetry house of glass walls and gelid proximity that means if their words weren't empty lies we would become god enough! infallible majestic vesper I'm covered in melted splendor les vitraux pastels sont faits à ma forme poussière d'or se condensant en une armure brillante I feel that sanctitude distorts me as it wants evanescent and incoherent as if my blood was distilled spirits I now recognize salvation found in Dionysian intoxications for a warped mind cannot worship god but, on own accord there is no hell that we don't create ourselves and yet it seems we longe to become singed remember chronicles and its portraits ouroboros of fighting men the bleeding hug of a self-stabbing pair what world is cruelty derived from then? we tend to live afraid of war its attributes; rape and burned homes yet I admit regardless of what others think it is in line with what I seek because in fear, you'd look for closeness with me, not him I don't regard a peaceful essence bêtise ancrée dans l'obéissance puisque nous sommes des animaux nous survivons grâce à la méfiance vivre par des moyens de violence c'est tout ce que nous pouvons and if you think we are above prove it in profound love I assault my doubt smashing its knees, I force it to the ground with arms locked behind the back I ravage its delicate viscera for it does not deserve presence in my world how do you think man shall rise above an alpine mountain, exceed the seventh sky? a painful, forlorn method to apply wielded by those who savor misery for it is the eagerness to depict own suffering myself I will transfigure in true artistry a unity of opposite escapes since to meld truth and fantasy there is no way as long as he exists of whose hand I was conceived bliss is unreachable affection is unthinkable every song is sung to him mirrors praising and pointing at him as if the air itself was befouled with this yet I reject the fate determined by god for me it's either death or living how I want! et je préférerais une fin différente if I were ever offered a choice perhaps succeed in some other time yet I know there is only here and now vous devez être en prévision de la chute de dieu de son propre trône my pinnacles shall reach beyond the cosmic heaven at any given point collide at absurd angles, refracting perfect glare claiming every excited stare thousands of shining needles drain him of everything transfix the holy being, and dispense eternal dawn and endless dusk undying warmth, perpetual love summers of wine and springs of roses ecstasy, elation, and euphoria yet hearing an elevated scream I'll understand without you, there is no me

soon I'll become the prey of decay beneath a blur that extends and fades into nothing is this what dying feels like? yet I am still alive it's just that life is pouring out as if I were a breathing ruin letting out last beats of a sooted heart a single tear of pure gold reflecting what I deserved to want ignite the day with human warmth and if you wanted, you would find it making your spark the flame in me cold, scarred lips surely could use a tender kiss in this heavy dark to no avail from this abyss you won't hear my cries at least if I were crucified the world would see my sacrifice futile attempt to bring true light such is the price of sincere desire unsolder this bright dream subject to permanent deconstruction a disassemblage of me dismantle every structure foundations are now split punctured by bent piles clean ceilings lose their form crushing dissolving marble piers turn off the lamps and blow out candles smash and shatter every window melt down the metals and bring down the curtain despondent, extinguished falling apart fire put out buried alive in ashes, like ember