Prismatic Abyss

Behold the darkest ideology An empty realm born from dust nothingness Rests upon this empty plane creationism mends with in its gaze I exist I am god Nothing everything Nexus to primordial existence Within the darkness I was conceived a fusion of energies Seeping into a materialised existence Atomized with the bounds of amalgamate a surrogate animate my incarnate formulate And duplicate I descend from my unexposed realm The prismatic abyss I deem creation to be excreted from my abomination otherworldly foundations formulation Organic cultivations … Splinters of my being … Pierce this realm torn apart through sacrifice My being is severed to recreate This realm of darkness illuminates for the first time Elements of my soul seedlings of organic matter Planted upon this empty realm where nothing dwells These cosmic entities awake kneeling before my provenance Transformation cycle brinks Completion As they hatch from enigmatic spheres They stare upon my wretched being Transformation cycle now Complete Oh my children breathe Overwhelming Oh my children breathe Empowering I exist I am god Nothing everything Nexus to primordial existence My gruesome abominations follow me venturing transcended time Leaving behind the nothingness Frozen in time time forevermore On Fri, Jan 27, 2017 at 8:45 AM, Tylar Gorman wrote: Prismatic Abyss Behold the darkest ideology An empty realm born from nothingness Rests upon this empty plane creationism mends with in its gaze I exist I am god Nothing everything Nexus to primordial existence Within the darkness I was conceived a fusion of energies Seeping into a materialised existence Atomized with the bounds of amalgamate a surrogate animate my incarnate formulate And duplicate I descend from my unexposed realm The prismatic abyss I deem creation to be excreted from my abomination otherworldly foundations formulation Organic cultivations … Splinters of my being … Pierce this realm torn apart through sacrifice My being is severed to recreate This realm of darkness illuminates for the first time Elements of my soul seedlings of organic matter Planted upon this empty realm where nothing dwells These cosmic entities awake kneeling before my provenance Transformation cycle brinks Completion As they hatch from enigmatic spheres They stare upon my wretched being Transformation cycle now Complete Oh my children breathe Overwhelming Oh my children breathe Empowering I exist I am god Nothing everything Nexus to primordial existence My gruesome abominations follow me venturing transcended time Leaving behind the nothingness Frozen in time time forevermore