At the Vanguard of Deception - Merrimack

The mourning I wear is not mine

It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh

This mourning I wear is not mine

It belongs to this rotten shell

Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks

In a yelling void

That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race

Leading to paths of bites

Channeling me to infected waters

Abused by the gutter of the world

Where our flame, cast in flesh

Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth

The mourning I wear is not mine…

But a pigsty where brews my dated passion

For the old satanic archetype

Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse…

There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity

An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God

Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi

Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast?

Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids

Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials

Are starving for starvation

I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth

Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile

My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination

Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest

Time’s poisoning the idea of being

Cosmos is the reverse of creation

All is fucked, nothing can grow

Each second cancels a century

Standing at the vanguard of deception

As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation,

of devestalisation

Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this

collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry

You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your

existence

Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God

Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter

Replacing the whole sky

Testing the shooting room

In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto

Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo