2011 - Grendel

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The rite of Grendel.

Submitted: April 07, 2011

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Submitted: April 07, 2011



Blacker than black,
Midnight of Death
I summon thee Oblivion.

Time again and Illusion
Seemed drawn up from Nothing,
I call your Bliss, take my pain
As an offering to my Self.

My hurt is of the Multi-verse,
An empty Void in my chest.
Despair god’s of existence,
Your drama shall reap
It’s wretched sickle on you all.

All shall be undone;
The pentagram broken;
The Pact no more.

An elicitation,
An event something more,
A mirror image amongst the swine.

His magick is Death,
My death is Life,
My life is Ecstasy.
This is my path,
This shall be the cycle,
This call to thee oh Grendel.

Adoptive son of the Dragon,
The word is upon your shoulders.
Tell of Nothing, let us be destroyed
By our desire so god may die.

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