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