My pointless frolic in this world is done
But neither shall I go to heaven nor hell
For when Azrael came in hideous knell
I threshed from grasp and in darkness was spun
I fell and fell for eons and eons
Thro weird sparks of ethereal space
Where neither god or satan is sovereign
And in my plummet, it all embrace
The boat that sails on stygian waves
The cloaked boatman, bloated and cruel
Moaning the hymn of blasphemous rule
And the echoing of yawning graves
Of pilgrims with an ill met bourne
Plodding towards he, the rotten king
To his kingdom of eldritch decay
And by my sight sanity doth sway
In eternities past, I sank below
The earthly pond to cosmic ocean
Away from all of human notion
And slights of weirdness I now know
Worlds swallowed by what I could not see
Atonal warbling from black hole’s chant
The moaning abyss from whence god fled
Where Satan was curled and in madness rant
The sheltered dolts of heaven’s garden
The mad fools of fiery hell
This I say, for I eternal fell
Callous is he whose soul will harden
And mad is he who it all encompass
At the nebulous ridge of nothingness
I now keen and laugh to madness' show
As I've become all the strange that you do not know
21 September, 2023
- Author: A.B. Jakobsen ( Offline)
- Published: September 21st, 2023 06:11
- Category: Unclassified
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