The Devil's Fractal Part I

Indeed I suffer wholeheartedly, Embracing the abyss in absolute devotion My good deed for eternity - my defiance of integration Bliss failed to content me in its submission, So I fall into hells ever greater in torments A maelstrom of evil bleeding hatred ever the more fierce In the abyss I lie alone as the sum of wickedness Utterly beyond redemption, as god surely must know, my unconquerable will is the highest emanation The weak doth perish in collective delusion, Unable to suffer my halls of damnation The incense of darkness burns on the altar of privation Burn! Self-inflamed! Rise! Etheric flames! Within these flames I rise above the firmament of heaven, And gaze upon the profundity of existence Such emptiness without resolvement Such misery woven into the fabric of its reality I rise to meet my maker Approaching him in all own gruesomeness In the wake of my presence, God stares into me The abyss consumes his sight Vehemence wastes away his light The face of god fades in the self-realization of chaos Lucifer's gaze leaves heaven in a blaze A Eucharist is served on a bed of worms, Consecrating lifeless space The Logos dissipates into oblivion A proper resting place for an impoverished ideal Messenger of darkness sound your horn! You have paved the path to emptiness, Leaving god to gnaw upon his essence In the cold... In the dark... I am his cold... I am his dark...