At this time of year, my thoughts return to my father. He has been gone quite a while, but the memory of him lingers. I often wonder what he would think of what is happening in our world today if he came back. I grew up with a father who believed in being "the" father. I confess that he wasn't always right all the time, but what he said was law in our house. That is, of course, unless ...
Throughout the Seventh Hell, a hypermorbid
-Natural habitat, human remains
live with a slow plant life,
sharing each other’s parts in sub-animal
thought and activity: with seagull and audacity
in a heap of anomalous horticulture
of vileness and iniquities.
All parts are boredom: forked with ears and tongues,
Noses, murmurs, swings and trunks; to a spectator
this world would be thaumaturgy, for
its wonderful rarity, beyond redemption.
Within this loamy furrow bagged unburied,
In his oubliettes, devil like dwarves do
its plant and corpse graft and even
living human organizations, gathering
parts of fetus-sanguineous-found in graves, bought
in practices, clinics; one to another suture,
amid foul smells and garbage.
Deep in the seventh hell, deep in its arcane
grotto, resides the syrinx-the jinn
of all, once a river nymph, transformed into
a reed, and the reed in pieces of
decreasing lengths, joined with wax,
his bark-encrusted skin, his teeth
scholarly and pointed, forked. Reptilian tongue.
Head like a fairy, wings like a bat
seductive dwarfs, who suck the
Yellowish-red ichor, as if from the
the old men, the Titans, cursed in the plants,
taken out forming incisions,
in human torsos or stems from a hard wound.
Beneath this frank bag of earth, the
lair of the demon dwarf in boredom, wait for the
immense new surface emergence
devilish new age. The age of
seething fear, pandemonium, of debauchery
threats, no longer happy, hostile
her hair, waiting, waiting … to
enter the surface, waiting ten thousand
years. His dwarf demonic eyes spin in sockets
of bent pleasures to be, still bored with
She stands, her muscles knotted from the porch
inside his lair; but all with devilishly firmness.
So they wait, the last long night, the
last minute, halfway between the cobra activation,
and a door closed behind them to drag
the muffled tribulation of mankind.
Arms dangling like apes, almost touching the
earth, waiting for man to become bitter with God and
for God’s last break with humanity
as is, therefore they are ready for your
victims. Those who have cursed the will of God,
closed heart, indifferent to man,
but they are loaded with cats and dogs
and do not hold emotions for your neighbors:
mestizos and mutts among men; for politicians
They’ve got the rusted coffin hinge, ready.
“They will fall like the fall of gargoyles
from a cathedral “whispers the chief dwarf
demon, to the barking Syrinx inlay,
who will lead the dwarves out of the fleapit
of the marl of the Seventh Hell, for the condemnation of the earth.
And now he screams: “We come, we come with
our hot frenzied breath of crimson
hell, from our hell-born labyrinth! ”
You are no longer bored, hesitant, or doubtful.
Kill or be killed, with increasing heat, growing!
Arboreal, meat and stem masquerade:
of demon and mythological goddess.
Human offspring hid behind leaves, cloaks.
They change shape like instant delusions.
The undecorate disappearance of the syrinx
The Syrinx, with wasteful dread to spill
on the human race, its repulsive
I hate all mankind, she threatened
the world that would listen, its cruel with
demand, take the devil’s promise
of the mark of 666 (the mark of
the Beast, and Satan being so
metamorphosis, like Syrinx
transubstantiation, or transgenic …)
save, if not, just to be destined
little by little, to a desperate life and lack.
And a temple of ghoul gods was built.
On an idle stroll, he strolled through his marble
stone floors, celebrated their rituals and worship: and
thus came the priesthood of the dwarf demons that
had introduced much sadness into humanity in
his name: the food supplier of the
Titan gods, from long ago. However, she too
was an impersonal force similar to the
elements, of the supernatural, cosmos;
therefore subject to dark ebony ambiguities.
Nobody knew the way of its evaporation;
possibly his death, his execution-
Perhaps, brought to an even lower order
of subterranean terrestrial entities,
by Satan for his blasphemies in the temple. AND
thus fed and lived with the dead devourers.
It is not simply heresy, but truth, not a mere
hieratic invention, that once you join Satan
a lot, wants rivals, and therefore the livid
Syrinx, he must have forgotten, he was unauthorized
with satanic pious reprobation, by Lucifer.
She had not formed any conscious plan to do
in a hurry but dared to acknowledge her bindings
for lack of inhabited worship and fame.
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