The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair

I awake from the state of silence and dreams. To manipulate upon this earth.
One life’s apocalypse is anothers refection. As it will always be to the end of
time.
I see that the world is evil, to it’s carcass we are chained.
Life seeking reprieval, but only found enslavement.
To abhor the flesh, as a useless lump of clay.
A de-immaculate essence in such a state of embarrassment
never prevailing beyond any foreseen outcome.
Limited by the physical illusion that is a direct symptom of a degradated
universe.
What love can survive and flourish in this realm?
For it is only lust that points the way towards copulation.
An ultimatum of instant privation,
A sword held erect, sworn to uphold the persistence of lust.
And what grace is preserved with the bleating and baying
like wild dogs slaughtering the lamb?
The rhythmic return to the prenatal country
The animal symbol of ages-old rapture
Into your womb I come to lay my offering
Of balm and venom
Blind and annihilated
in the grottoes of being…"
Is there not a love of man from God without any degree of torture?
For GOD honors those highest who die in his name
who suffer the slings and arrows.
We are blessed… We are blessed
We are blessed of all God’s creatures
as we bare enough sense to invoke our own tribulations upon ourselves
a continuous soiling of the spirit by constant canonizing of the flesh.
So, is it not holy ritual as well, when the spear does pierce the wound
& infects its host with this bacteria man?
If such deeds are not led with the intent of copulation,
then surely to some level of propagating ideology.
For any challenge to the vision must be destroyed.
And one would have to consider that if this envisionment
of an ideal Utopian Ascension is of any desirable consequence,
why bother with entrapment of the flesh at all?
But the spear will point and the wound will want for more,
like an ALL consuming, collapsing universe.
Roger-Gilbert Le Comte