I

Offerings of Flesh and Gold

Sine Rege, Sine Coronam, Tantum Flam

O! A Smile of Blood!

I
From the cacophonous roar, beauty springs.
A blood streaked rose rising from a pile of shit.
We dance as the drones film us, and we fly higher than they.
The only thing higher than our spirits are the flames,
And the flames are more easily doused.
It was only a matter of time before we danced on the faces of kings.
All we can say is that we will try something different.
If it works then it works. If it doesn’t then at least we tried.
Our being in spite of yours.
Holding hands and stomping ash and burning down the may pole.
And the only ones who fear tomorrow are they that make t’morrow harder.
O! a smile like blood!
Growing pains never stop we have outgrown our shell.

II
I am that oil fire, black and burning and full of spite, tendrils in all directions.
I singe the past and flood the future.
Will the blood or the water reach our eyes first?
We will bear our young and birth them
in your lungs
in your hearts
in your minds
And in your young
and they will gorge themselves on you, and grow fat,
as you were.
An insect left to fester.
That is fine. We embrace the shadows you loom over us.
Soon they will be shadows no more.
A lurking fear in the back of your heart.

What Awaits Us (A Void Is But An Open Mouth)

At the end of all things is a mouth made of light,
teeth dripping like stars,
sharp as the edges of our perception.
We cannot see behind us nor behind the doors
but we still know what goes on in the deep dark places.
The offerings of gold and flesh no longer concern me,
I have drank enough blood and bile to have grown my eyes on the inside.
I see through the veil and I see through the dream.
I have dug into myself, ripping out sinews and black fibrous waste
leaving only what remains, here and now.
We cannot transcend while still chained to this feeble carbon.
Rip it away, rip it away.
At the end of all things is a mouth made of light,
Teeth dripping like stars,
Sharp as the edges of our perception.
At the end she will be waiting,
To devour the shimmering shards that make up our aether
Our forms will become her shining maw,
Our lack, the space between her gleaming fangs
Our muscles, her snapping jaws and the universal viscera that drips from them forever

I renounce my flesh
And I embrace my purpose
I renounce my flesh
And I embrace my purpose

It was writ upon my soul as I was molded in the nothing.
We were born to be devoured by the infinite.

Bull of Apis and Bull of Bronze

We cover our heads in reverence.
And so our station is known.
What we do today will reverberate throughout eternity.
What is a realm without a king?
An empire without an emperor?
What is a domain without a god?
They have left us to fend for ourselves for far too long.
And that is what we shall do.

We cover our faces so we may act
Without mercy
Without hesitation
Without fear
We offer a freedom only dreamed of.
Burn ourselves away, leaving only the idea
An invincible obsidian will.
A black death,
Descendant of the mountains.
Old and creaking and furious.

They should worship us, kiss our feet from their ivory thrones.
But no,
We toil, and suffer, and break, and die so that they
Will have more.
All we wanted was enough.
But they wanted more.
No more.

Put the apis bull in the brazen one.
A funeral for all these gods.
Set the fires, hear the screams.
Applewood, ash, and flesh.
The pyres will burn forever.
We will melt the thrones to cast bowls and spears.
So man may know the true god, themselves.
And none shall ever go hungry again.

II

The Fractal Ouroboros

A Brief on Occult Liberation in Seven Parts
This Cycle Shall Be Destroyed

Trophy

My milkteeth hang from a cord
around my neck.
A victory,
The first
A trophy of my worth,
Extension of my will.

Pairs of fangs and cloven hooves hang from a wire
around my neck.
A conquest, to best my equal is to best myself.
The truest test,
Earning a new day.

Glittering gems and heated metals hang from a strip of leather
around my neck.
I have wrenched these from the earth,
Imprinting myself into the soil,
And it’s soil into me.

An exaltation of gripping, seething hunger.
A last breath before I immerse myself in lifeblood
In and out
I remain steadfast
In
Out
in

A man’s last blood and breath hang in a ring
Around my neck.
He took from me,
And so I took from him.
Tore his throat out with my hands.
His blood sustains me..

I take the smallest fingers now, and hang them on a necklace
Around my neck.
I no longer fight the earth for her treasure.

My thrall do it for me,
And when they die there are
Always more

Bodies broken upon my will hang by the dozens
Around my neck.
I take their families now, their worlds belong to me.
An example to the rest of this world.
Inertia whirling infinite

Smog and rust form a halo
Around my neck.
The bodies lie in piles but they cannot weigh
Me down.
Their prize for setting me free

The inevitable conclusion
All is earned by sweat blood and will

This earth’s frigid corpse hangs as a corona
Around my neck.
I was made to consume everything

See my tail
The last great conquest
Devour the devourer
An ouroboric cycle
Your young watch and learn
Their milk teeth hang from
A cord around their necks

A History of Cages and Broken Bones

The reason to use cages
Is to deny them humanity
Debasement is control
Commodified suffering
Ultimately discarded detritus.

Every line we have ever drawn
has been one made of blood
The flesh price paid for the scant liberate
And the exploited
die in the mud

We wear this cage upon our brows,
A last reminder as we devour these babies
We snap their bones, showing our amnesty and grace
Devour the defining marrow
Our history is cages made of brittle broken bones

These children
We will eat them,
And vomit forth their skeletons
to build our walls

It’s not just their bodies and hearts that we feast on
It’s the future of their souls
The fight in their eyes.
This is what we eat

A history of cages and of brittle broken bones
A lineage writ of black boiling blood
The mirror of humanity,
A stone thrown towards a skull,
The lapping tongue upon
Spilt and splattered dreams.

Suffocate O Earthen Lungs; They Now Lungs of Ash

A fire to burn our beginning away
A fire to erase the roots
A fire to destroy indigene
A fire to keep us gasping

The way is closed
We have nowhere else to go
Drunk on the black blood of the earth
You burn the freedom you fear

A fire to ensure our endings
A fire to keep us ravenous
A fire to shatter our sky
A fire to keep us kneeling

Suffocate O Earthen Lungs
They now lungs of ash
Suffocate o Earthen Lungs
They now lungs of ash
Our heavens are black
And when they have their way
We’ll be buried in shallow graves

These lungs are a weapon
This heart is a weapon
These trees, the grasping claws of the earth,
These trees are a weapon

We shall be the pit vipers
Our voice the wurari spat across a red sun
A poison to seize these horrible gears of industry
They do not see
Once we turn these terrible gears
They will be shattered and gnashed
In our teeth
Filling our bellies forever

Annihilation

The sunset fires catch
The dust, hanged throughout the air.
Screaming glints against a bruising sky

He has been taken by the earth.
Spinal roots grasping soil, clutching air,
drinking
greedily
Never forgetting thirst.

The lungs bloom,
Expanded fractal
corolla crown
Pink, yellow, blue, green, pink
A salutation to the sun.

Hands still reach,
always reaching
Each fleshy mote starved for texture,
Writhing without writhing.
An inutterable moan,
Reverberant longing.

Vein blossom vertebra,
tiny petals gasping at the stars
Mouths agape and wanting,
Lolling tongue swole,
still sick
with
spore.

Jawbone curve calcified,
Toothed plumage of smoke.
A voice never silenced,
Just speaking
Slowly.

A skull defiant,
Gray matter halo,
Staring through the endless
maw of sky.

Tendrils ache higher,
gorging sun and moon.
A cairn, a headstone, a henge.
A colony, a garden, a growth.

Liberation Ritual

A burning of cedar, and sage
A clean smoke, clarity
Meditate on the ash.
Temper it with a thumb,
Or a forefinger,
And feel it on the skin.
It is a comfort
The transition, the change
Focus, the tree is the incense,
And all ash is ash.
So we all shall be.

We are not our bodies
We are not our minds
We are not our spirits
All are yokes

Shield the eyes to block the light
And remove oneself,
Indistinct of air, and water,
And earth, sighing deeply.
Breathe.

All layers succumb,
Flesh giving way to flesh,
Calcium and dendritic fibrous forms.

In the remaining nothing is a single mote of light.
Ash alchemy melded into muscle memory.
As light our chains fall away
As light our chains fall away
We are the light, molded as we will
As light our chains fall away

Our Overt Apocalypse

Following fires is the pain
Of unexpected growth and
Limbs who are already spent
A crowning ashen spire
And roiling waves of gray

It’s natural to feel the fear
Each with our own apocalypse
Every change a world’s end
Each muscle torn, cataclysm

An ending worshipped
And abhorred
Since humanity’s dawn
A creaking of time
Pleading to the sky
For conflagratory rebirth

I’ve shaped my own apocalypse
And lived through hundreds more
The end is a churning of the world
As cyclic and predictable
As its very rotation

Progress is armageddon

An ending is a gift we are all given
And we will value it til the next

Other endings will come,
Let us rejoice
And welcome the rebirth

Ekstasis, Enstasis, and The Fractal Ouroboros

A cyclical reverberant motion
These stirrings
The rhythms of this pulsing
Beating
Muscle
Twist of spirit
Twine of bone
An ecstatic wrenching of the soul
A breaking of links
This is true freedom
Transcendence bursting from the bones

Tongues stretch and flick within
Elastic spirit, sublime inflection
Eyes on the inside
Veins touched by intrinsic, aching light
Boundless depths within oneself
Refractions of god amongst the humors

Molten metal drips,
The last vestige of their false bondage

The neuron bright center of stars
Visage igniting internal visions
Wheels of wheels, thoughts of thought
A delving of the mind,
Mental mines birthing obsidian, wellsprings.
Coiled wire of
Conjured connections

Beside Oneself Within
Transcendence of anima fog
A cycle of insight contrary to a cycle
Of ever gnawing hunger
The cycle begets the cycle
Influence outbound
The Fractal Ouroboros
Change is impossible because it has never happened
A shameful fucking fear

Reaching out with phantasmal limbs
began from within
The Fractal Ouroboros
Made anew

Linked minds, bonded ka
Arm in arm towards newfound light
Transcendent rebellion

We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Ecstasy
Actualization
Absolution
Truth

Our burning hearts,
Seething in righteous fury,
Each coal kindled by
a soul taken too soon

We march towards an apocalypse
An ending shall begin
Within and Without

We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Absolution
Ecstasy
Actualization
Truth