Prevalent resistance

Striving for command

Prevalent resistance
A stench that purifies the soul
Emanates from the abyss
A piercing gaze from the netherworld
I kneel and it burns my soul

Never shall it be controlled
Nor given a direction
When the gates stand open
The dark splendour is perfection

Struggling
In the captivity of an inferior level
Striving for command
To dissolve a microcosm

In ancient monuments
In the reflections of a spiritual past
I see the dying hope of man
Slain in yahweh's loving hands

To escape the light's curse
Is to withdraw from pleasures of this world
The self-inflicted redemption
Obtained through chaos mediation

In my mind
I reach for eternity
And in my soul
I dwell among the stars

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