1. IN AHRIMAN'S WAKE

I unmade time.

Taking a stroll in this garden of my flesh,
Just one of many I've nurtured in the world,
With every step I kick my own womb
The first saunder was what, a few thousand years ago?

Stay as long as you would like love
Just get on your knees and show some gratitude.
Amusing how one can worship Death
Not knowing I've made her my slut.

Ah, the pulsing is almost deafening
The feast somehow never became boring.
Join me for a cup of thick black tea,
Straight from my arteries.

I am everywhere, just push that itch a little further,
Every night I shall rise again to slay the sun.

Revel in this tenebrous inferno, burn with ecstasy, lay the foundation...

Seek
Out
Your
God

Flood the earth with despair, as the absence of anguish becomes your annihilation.

Your flesh will be as compost
For my throbbing trees
Your soul shall no longer fester
As I harvest amongst the planes

I unmade time