Coincidence of Opposites - Tomb Mold

Ascending yet higher

Beyond abstraction

Inseparable essence

Glorious trinity of knowing

Sphere of divinity remains

Yet closed to the mystics

Those who are horror-stricken

Lose themselves

As they are groped by your decrepit ilk

The figure and their mangled glory combine

Compounded are your remains

Nefarious and nameless is your ultimate and

Ecstasy is the consumption of self

Nothing defiles and snares like the heart of man

The cloud of unknowing fosters inside