One Day You Will Understand Why - The Axis Of Perdition

Many times I have been asked, «what is the axis?»

They ask me, too blinded to realize that they see it everywhere

Our world is becoming diseased and corrupted

Filth — adorned as compulsively, without choice to subvert our world

To the image of our increasingly debased flesh

Because our collective conciousness knows the truth:

You want it, you crave it.

This is a new order of beauty

Why else would we pollute and rape our planet if not

To ritually prepare the world for the coming darkness?

We are the architects of our own hell, and we do our work with relish and …

, willingly, eager.

We grovel, unseeing, towards a repulsive yet horribly

attractive (alto choir) of rust, helplessly begging it to come to our dying

existence;

our perception in turn models our requirement, ….

Filth,

adorned through our fear and self-loathing until the nearest molecule rise to

be accumulated, wreaking of despair, and guilt

Humanity’s hideous grossness fell through, … conscience.

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and cries in agony for there is something awake in our burnished flesh.

For the dark.

Nightmares immerse themselves, quivering and mewling without

mouths.

Gazing, stupefied, where eyes should not.

The world will become a sewer.

We stumble through derelict cooridors and labyrinths of crusted flesh where

wheelchairs circle endlessly in the shadows, to a choir of murmorous and

tortured cries speaking only of pain, condemnation, misery, and wretched hunger.

Hospital trolleys drip with glistening cloth in the hallway of crawling filth,

lying silent and bloated

Crossing through the boundaries of our world into the encroaching horror of the

transition that we know, we know that the end will come.

This is it — you know

this.

I now have called a clinical cacoon of abnormality, and yearn towards the

warmth of rot.

….

Even as we gag, the air reaks with the unpleasant

sweetness of dated decay as we stagger through the maze of perdition toward its

pneumatical centre.

Straight-jacketed things writhe in their owns nightmares,

gradually becoming human.

Even as we claw down the abyss, to raise that (fog).

As they become us we become them — a union of suffering.

All convulsive dark

in the end.

The hell we have created for ourselves ….

You had a choice,

you made it, and now your fate unfolds before you

Welcome.

What is the axis?

We are