Conjuring the Expulsed

… And as my limbs laid rotting in the valleys of black and blight,
I saw a burning angel descend from a burning throne
To fill my toothless mouth with its burning blood
And prophesized new life upon my mouldered bones
And I awoke to find; past and future mute and blind
Fucked dead outside the Instant’s wide opened door
And I remembered Eternity as a beastly god
Recollecting itself in the midst of its heart
Swallowing itself as myself as in I
In the shameless drunkenness of Mnemosyne’s wine
In which I can’t possibly discern
Where begins the man and ends the divine

(Se, himlen brister nu upp för Avgrundens tunga igenom dina grova ögonlock och lamslagna skam. Våldtäktssol bränner Lagens ordföljd till våldtäktsmening, hamrar utomförskap in i den ouroboriska cirkelns mitt. Att sjunga den svarta Simurgens spegelbild över horisonternas uppskurna lår och kedja elementens stönande blickar till Mordbrandens extatiska polstjärna)

… And the burning I ascended unto a burning throne
From where my lidless eye beheld a burning world
As the flames sang in unison a single terrible word
And nothing else was heard .:.