1. SKIN GRAFT HIEROGLYPHICS

Lost and wandering through a labyrinth of pyre
Unable to bathe in the slumber
Tricked by the torture tongues of liars
Staggering a gait
A jagged meander that rips like splinters
To a path of disenchantment
Crept away among comatose hallways of encampment
These hands mimic the grasp of claws
They ache in nail peeling murmurs
Stained red to the palms
From picking at the scabs on the face of reality
It stares unblinking, all fathoming
Peeking through
Swayed from the other side I see a light
Through slits beneath its eyelids
I can hear gasps from other eons
Deprived of the flicker
Granted by eyelid convulsions
He's been scratching the surface again
Like the breath of ages I've yet to seek
Solder the flesh to stop the leaks

I am the altar
Watch as I shine
Baptized incantations
The pyre my shrine
I am the altar
Ignite from inside
Skingraft hieroglyphics
Burn me alive

Arch of the back lays tallies from the scraping
He's been picking slowly at the walls that encompass all
Carve the cuticle to the bone
The cornea branches red the lids that never fall
And still no progress these walls bellow deeper
The bricks still linger and scoff at his fingers
To be free, to seek the unsought
To grasp realities tongue and writhe into its throat
The night it swells a silent empire
Time calls for Cyrix to sing
Amongst a kerosine choir
Carve the words upon the flesh
A living canvas of script doused cryptic
A torso of sanskrit pivots
All shrouds shall be lifted vivid

I am the altar
Watch as I shine
Baptized incantations
The pyre my shrine
I am the altar
Ignite from inside
Skingraft hieroglyphics
Burn me alive...

I know that I must burn


2. METAMORPHIGNITION (SIRENS IN ELECTRIC VEILS)

Soaking in the mists of cremation
Embalmed within the grasp of flame
Count the crows that peck through the dilations
Destiny leans in and through her
Vaporous lips she unveils her name

It is time to stand upon the altar
Prick the skin to its platelets
Flame it dances like a fleet of knives to
Draw upon his flesh
To commence this odyssey upon his death
These walls tie
Their rapture tight

Riding a thousand points of white light into
A screaming abyss of beautiful cacophony
Flame wrought dimension projection
A shard wave passage into wonderful agony
Drosophilia mindscapes
Take me further than realms bound infinite
A sonic metamorphosis of consciousness
casting him further away

She sings with a tongue of sulfur
An ember filled gaze that stays raging bright
Her kiss is a carving caress
Cutting deeper through the flesh
Holding tight to vascular curtains

I've been burning for some time now
Reality opens its mouth
A swan dive into laughing prisms
Galloping their lightning stride
They shatter to a million pieces
Cyrix projects from his body
Long since laughing at the needles
Scattering fragments of the grand beyond
Now it breaks apart

Riding a thousand points of white light into
A screaming abyss of beautiful cacophony
Flame wrought dimension projection
A shard wave passage into wonderful agony
Drosophilia mindscapes
Take me further than realms bound infinite
A sonic metamorphosis of consciousness
casting him further away


3. SIRENS IN ELECTRIC VEILS PT. 1

Awakening amongst the shadows of the unknown
Her singing seduces
Ears rings in a temple of ancient magnificence
Risen statuesque forms that taper
Ever brilliant shades caress like a brick throne in truth
A doorway awaits in which to traipse
The parallels of mystery the secrets of magnitude
Spill from her mouth reminiscent of her hue

I am what has been sought for for ages
Chapters of radiance spill from my pages
Some die for me as I remain ageless
Some kill in desperate rages
I am the warm embrace of the mother
Split from the eyes and thee shall discover
I come in two forms not separate for this is
The highest degree of the permeating
Life force that is

Cloaked behind a veil
Carry their harmony into ears
That devour their vowels
Only to want more

Shed their diatribes into effervescent
Eyes mirroring the sky, a mistress of the wind
“Who are you?”
Amoria…
Lights cut to the pupil
Draping gaze upon the sight
Of unblinking eyes
Words sung like sweet destruction
Of convulsing spectrum weaving into one
Sightless mind

Grasping for answers with a shivering spine
Sweeping rays of gilded light
Summon to her temple divine sight
Spiral out in shining transition
Her essence is the sacred song of wisdom

I am what has been sought for for ages
Chapters of radiance spill from my pages
Some die for me as I remain ageless
Some kill in desperate rages
I am the warm embrace of the mother
Split from the eyes and thee shall discover
I’ve come to decode the inscriptions of your flesh
Shadows behold the catacombs of light…
She left


4. SIRENS IN ELECTRIC VEILS PT. 2 (PATHS OF RECOGNITION)

The stones begin to melt unto branches
Altar top cracks split to her eve of bent scratches
Light from behind ceases to escape

Leaving to enter forests standing in jagged menace
Iced blades hang agleam pointing their taunt as

The gallows red horizon dies into winters shade
Screams swallowed in the shadows
Grown into the belly of hate

No flesh is safe in this place of stabbing reveries
Among the flames of suture
Cast unto destinations maze

“There are two, I and her
We are the antithesis complete in our respite
We are bound to the mercy of our whims”

Her woods have long been blackened
And chromed to a crystal degree
Ravens held standing in the mists
This canopy of claws
Hungers for wine of bleeding jagged limbs
Malevolex enters
A wing of abstract shards hisses for a perch
Bleeding tones over hooded gowns
She tangles to her lurch

She says “Dark sided wandering
In my branches are we know?”
Lifting a broken glass smirk and gurgling starkly

Weaving your truths beyond the doorway of cosmic ideals
All universe creeping ever seething in its undertow
Your visions burned into the sightless web of seeing lives
The reasons grasp the ever weaving swarm of heaving flies
She stands bloodshot sifting like magma
Staining half ben pouring vile plasma

They came together and fulfilling one another
In thought and deed
Blue for the side gleaming truth sent
Their being separate in its entity
Two parts to the same cycle
The universe knew them as

An alchemy of unity
The spectrum light shading all
As above, so below
The living and seething space between the poles


5. BLADE GRASP PRIESTHOOD

The machine that festers its offspring into the heart of man
It summons beckoning to the temple of faith
Shining a beacon to grip control in wanting minds
Together they spread slavery into pristine disguise
Of fountains spreading red

Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts that curtain the windows
What’s left of them fall but those who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives so they breed manipulations
Chains that bind the spirit and the mind
Enter into this wall crawling fever dream
The chapel in shackled cloaks shook wide eyed

Beneath the pews the knees bent backwards
As candles sweat into stigmata held reservoirs
“I welcome you to this sanctuary”
Said the scalpel stalking priest
Its hands fitted with knives as it caresses its congregation
They stood paralyzed
Testaments mangled to authorities
Feeding illusive lords
Confessions to the ears of traitors
Blinded flock forged enlightened will
Deformed for the hold of the
Blade grasp priesthood

Praying in pools of pastoral lust under
The disguise of her shifting eyes a blur
Sewn with fear came together for
Greater good of the masters lore
They appeared before singing conjuring hymns of old
Suited in its cold thread

Awaiting in halls carved of beating hearts
That curtain the windows
What’s left of them fall but those
Who convulse behind the machine
Fear the power it gives


6. SOLILOQUIES OF THE WAR MACHINE

Emerging from skeletal canopies
Mask lit embers peering through the carves
Rusted fingers begin to purge
Through the silhouettes of ether
Crafting an end to the elements
Sawing the branches to dust
Speaking a beginning to empires
Grasping upwards their geometry
Encompassing a snarl of tapestries
Here is a machine that toils its rapture

Mounting its abrasions on the corpse of humanity
Iron sided tears feed its mask of skeletal masterpieces

It rips to pieces all it touches
And so it feeds on all that spills
It is the force of all that plunders
A heaving city forged of steel

Wreaking its havoc upon the burial ground
That soaks away the fumes of life

The machine grinds away
Destroying as a means to an end
Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright ligaments
Once attached to the body of reason

This is a city thats feeds upon
The sunrise leaking clawline to the
Forest grasping at its tracts
To suckle its bile flacking auras
It hungers in darkness for those who lapse into its frenzy
Draining horizons of catching spectacle
And shoving them full of its choking exhale

Curses that claw at the cradles of nurture
Camouflaged to pierce the armor of nature
As the chains of disgust hang from its iron viscera
Hemorrhaging eyes rolling back words in orgiastic havoc
It welled tears of acid rain and Malevolex lurched to comfort
As it spoke from sewer grated eyelids casting at its yellowed pupils
In the way of a quest existential


The machine grinds away
Destroying as a means to an end
Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright ligaments
Once attached to the body of reason

The slave to all war and consequence rolled its tongue beneath the sun
It slid bolt carved teeth into conversation
"We are all chained from underneath those within the shadowsphere,
They will drag us through gilded flames of greed and fear"
"Your flesh reads this tragedy and you wear it like the walls they build
Break them down, and through destruction brings creation's will"


7. THE LAUGHING PROPHET OF DOOM

Moving toward daggered clocks spinning crucifix diameter
Facades lit her face a decree captured ominous
She knew the destination and the hands of inward cloaking
The light that whispered psalms unto its captor of invoking

Sunrise bent eclipse
To its fevered imagination of denial
Asphyxiated on martyrs
Bludgeoned by interpretations
Of the nations spilling from their pores
A change is imminent
Barbed and curling outwards
Caught in the esophagus

“I beckon you closer”
Were his declaration carved in thorns
“They say the end is near”
So I will swallow it all and stare blindly at the sun
Until my own self inflicted exile
“Leave me be in solitude, I must sate the crying bleakness”
It whispered

Burning from the inside out
Like holy pages caught in wildfire

What I show you are truths bled from lies
No time to sleep incubate open wide
Carved of ignorance let the parasite inside
You will find bliss will shade the iron curtains blind

Wild eyed exploration casts a crawl to its rant
Writhing in lunatic glances to his swelling breath
The laughing prophet shrieks of doom
Spoken static mastication
Soothing with a butcher’s touch
His sermon speaks of vile elation

Breathing catches ashen spells
Spawning in cavities burrowed like wells


8. THE WITHERED HANDS OF MORTALITY

“Now we must leave you” she said
Scattering their perch to float like
Leaves that retreat onward past
The horizons captive visions
Vanished into dispersions
Projecting into bleak excursion
Cyrix walks among the cracks of this decimated land

Sands of wasted monuments like pillars of the dead
Sheathing and cracking
The sun beat desert floor an diamond crested sky
With stone hands peeling back

Carriers of times anomaly
Breaking apart and realigning

This desert is an hourglass
Its sands fall through holes in the double helix
Crystalline grains pour upon the monuments
Only building them ever higher

Sucking dry the life force inertia
On for miles in baked clay silence

Into the distance peering the sight of the desert
The dead landscape lurching to a halt infinitely

Destination is a penance for a journeys perjury
A sight is seen inside a forming myriad of deadening
On into the infinite they reach into a sea of depth
Draping massive curtains blowing red into the dragons breath
They reach into the sky hanging
From celestial vines guiding

Carriers of times anomaly
Breaking apart and realigning
Shining through eternity

This desert is the hourglass
Its sands fall through holes in the double helix
Crystalline grains pour upon the monuments
Only building them ever higher
This desert is times final staircase
Nothing escapes the grasp of its ruin
Onward treading into the withering fade
We all march here eventually

Take hold Cyrix
Behind drape curtains
Lies the one immutable center

Now invoked
Skies open
Fall inside
Go within


9. THE OMNIPUS

Now caught in lapsing grandeur
The curtains part into sun
The cosmos delighted expression
Started were the end nears
Gripping tangles to breath out
Seas uncharted and swallowed whole
For endless shadows away from the cracked hands

Throwing Cyrix headlong
Into the shadow web illuminated

Drawn forth to swan dive into the matrixsphere
Crashing into fractal vapor trails
At the edges of eternity
Its riptide still lingering
The ocean inter dimensional
It sways through him

Pulls him into its threads
Currents electrified
Rearing toward the future
Pulling him apart at the speed of light
Cornering the distant iridescent beams
Within each breath

A crawling scream to the meta universal coils
In the pupil of a creature thriving
Its marvelous alchemy
Infinite wings conducting life with its finesse

“I am the omnipus
The sea of eternal flux is the seed and the womb
Let it rip you into its embrace”

Gripping the sutured remains of reality
The omnipus expands its arms in perfect symmetry
Convulsing into an infinite stream
It writhes into the lattice
Shooting through the metatron’s cube
Mindscape star gate matter

Feeling the elated pulses of platonic solids
As they exhaled dark matter fractal pyramids

Endless curtains of DNA strands binding the infrared
Crystal spirals of energy swelled toward invisible landscapes
The karma code carving upon the genetic matrix
Into the highest echelons of freedom it unfurled and it began to speak

“The truth rings deep inside
At the core of your inner being
But at first you must let attachment to planes
Fall through fleeting grip”

Linear time illusions collapse as electric spinal fluid drips
Folding over energetic time waves spirit unhinged
It held creation from the sine waves forming life
In perfect silence forming answers all within


10. OPUS BRAHMANIC

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