OM - Unitive Knowledge Of The Godhead. Beseech choir through a grey veiled - arrival light. And weeps no more onto the setting sun where efforts fade. Suffuse the stream of memories and broken rays as dark recedes. Transmute now remainder. Old Abydos. Forward the acolyte. Summits ascendant traveler bows to celestial. Disembodied legions salute the pilgrim seeker. Reverentials to Lazarus echoes forth Osiric obelisk. To leave the reborn form. Rise to freedom. And posits the sentient onto the Nirvikalpian. Sheds now the chrom auric shroud of untethered spirit. Astral preceptors formate in consecration. Transmits from minaret across beautified dawn. Visage to auric accordant-form; in reascension. Emits reverential tears in dhyanic refuge. Arise perceiver. Returns to sky; arrive home. Pilgrim seen.
1 note "The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we’re on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful -
These are truly the last days”
You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it’s the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it’s full of blood "
— Godspeed You! Black Emperor
74 notes "And when the smoke cleared away, and I sought to look upon the earth, I beheld against the background of cold, humorous stars only the dying sun and the pale mournful planets searching for their sister."
— H.P. Lovecraft (via nekroterrorist)
Riding home from the city in cold weather at midnight, whilst listening to black metal is by far one of the best things I have done this year. goodbye beergut.
