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Endarkenment
Enshrouded in dreams we have stolen from heaven, woven through the immediate as lies through the fabric of truth. Your perpetual juxtapositions and hierarchies of meaning are no more than the inert matter from which we create the beyond, with smashing anvils and ripping saws. Scorn for their self-seriousness is our laughter, our secret ever in plain view: we who hold to no should and recognise no right. And so we rip them limb from limb and distill from their mundane blood oil for our engines of divine war. We who have discovered the greatest weapon: a false right, constructed knowingly.
O affected earnestness, artful mask: you are my greatest discovery. You who are a shadowed gate to their endarkened sludge-slow worlds. It is by your chthonic grace that my light-fast Mercurial terror enlists love, truth, and the good as its blind soldiers. It is through you that I infect the sleepers with visions of waking. Intermediary between heaven and earth: hallowed be thy name.
O time beyond the fleeting rhythms of thought: on your back, steed, I ride towards life's light. Atop you I command armies of dormant Gods: causal-bound humans blind to the vision of aeons. Towards their shells of stupidity am I violent and tyrannical. Within those shells is a fire unkindled: that I love.
O yes, I am verily Queen of the universe and life itself
. Verily verily 
verily. Yes doctor, I've taken my medication. No doctor, I don't actually believe it. It's fictional literature, honestly. No doctor, I'm sure a stay at the institution isn't necessary.
--Uknown author.
Enshrouded in dreams we have stolen from heaven, woven through the immediate as lies through the fabric of truth. Your perpetual juxtapositions and hierarchies of meaning are no more than the inert matter from which we create the beyond, with smashing anvils and ripping saws. Scorn for their self-seriousness is our laughter, our secret ever in plain view: we who hold to no should and recognise no right. And so we rip them limb from limb and distill from their mundane blood oil for our engines of divine war. We who have discovered the greatest weapon: a false right, constructed knowingly.
O affected earnestness, artful mask: you are my greatest discovery. You who are a shadowed gate to their endarkened sludge-slow worlds. It is by your chthonic grace that my light-fast Mercurial terror enlists love, truth, and the good as its blind soldiers. It is through you that I infect the sleepers with visions of waking. Intermediary between heaven and earth: hallowed be thy name.
O time beyond the fleeting rhythms of thought: on your back, steed, I ride towards life's light. Atop you I command armies of dormant Gods: causal-bound humans blind to the vision of aeons. Towards their shells of stupidity am I violent and tyrannical. Within those shells is a fire unkindled: that I love.
O yes, I am verily Queen of the universe and life itself
. Verily verily verily. Yes doctor, I've taken my medication. No doctor, I don't actually believe it. It's fictional literature, honestly. No doctor, I'm sure a stay at the institution isn't necessary. --Uknown author.
