His Infernal Embrace

Awaiting extraterrestrial salvation; one asteroid for a birthday wish, an astral hope for one last dream.

It’s time for the second flood, for the cleansing seas of fire, for the ultimate purgatory; it’s time for the Antichrist to rise again.

Let all the faithful, all the faithless, the knowing and the hypocrites, unite in one last tectonic dance. Let the fire from which we came, be the fire to which we end. Let us burn all our secrets, all our fears, all our delusions, hopes, lies and sorrows. Let us cry, and cry as one, for the one we ask is the one to never listen, the one to never hear, the one to never see and the one to never be.

And as we all wail and beg for salvation, there will be one; him, with his borrowed face, sitting in his corner, with his black-ash eyes burning with one last smile.

“He shall not beg or pray; he knows
The truth abstruse and nature’s laws,
He never screamed–he never will;
His eyes ablaze in the burning Hell
Are chasing down your charring shades,
Your souls engulfed in the wrath of Hades,
With an acid smile gracing his face,
For the cries you shred trek not through space.”

H.Q.
11:29
Wednesday
31/07/2013