Fides Inversa - VII


Immense cosmic visions emerge from the slow intervention of oblivion.
No bloom can stand in front of the persistent obduracy of the end.
An absolute vacuum surrounds the universe of thorns
Where our spirits barely walk their paths in human solitude.
The sole verity thou shalt get a glimpse of in this vast expanse of excrements
Is the purulent sore infecting consciences.
Aspire not to any shore!
I will burn down your vessels even before thou set sail.
Do forsake every valiant purpose… and affirm: “Adverse is our Lord!”
Wherever thou art destined, I will blow my winds against.
Spread such word through your arts
And sing for me:
“Praise, praised be the hidden tomb waiting for my fate.
Praise, praised be the dàimon that injects nectars of wisdom into me.
Light, it is light! Into the void illumination lies. In the darkest vacuum.
In the sense that is not the notes of the היהיהי resound the truest truth.
And real is the time, real is the flesh and my mind
that in nocturnal silence for you shalt lust.”
Unaware, my woman explores the fields for the harvest.
But there is none, my life, my blood…
And I got oil in my veins, and it burns and blazes for you alone.
The TWO thou art, and together trinity we shalt be.
On the left we will lie down to copulate… for the simple need for oblivion.
And together ONE we shalt be.
And from ONE, NOTHING.
And together ONE we shalt be.
And from ONE, NOTHING.
NIHIL AB UNO

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