Here i am here within

I sit on my throne and see

I set on the east and fail

I rise on the west and burn

I am king here, i am king of Hell

No one has ever walked on my lands

For my lands are lakes of fire

For my lands are the dwelling of the dead

Still, i am a false king

I am the false prophet

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

See up in the sky and look for me

I have slept with the northern star

I have left the castle of eternity

I ll rise again

And this time with no mercy

When the day comes look for me

When your death awaits swallow me

When you lose your faith caress me

They are not screaming for they are content

They are not crying for they have seen the truth once before

Do not let me fool you

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

Know who is your master and give in to me

Give in to my lies

Give in to my fake promisses

Give in to my lust

Fail your true light

For i am your knight

A headless horseman is my vessel

I am falsehood

Know your pain for i am near

Know yourself for i am here

Count your days for i am who will bring you down

Down to the kingdom of Hell

Listen to me and follow

For i am the false prophet

I hear whispers now

Tell them, tell them

I walk upon the earth

Self

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The Crescent’s Grin

The crescent’s grin
Up in the air it hangs
The devil’s light
Over the fields it shades

Human,
Is what i despise
You,
Is what i spurn

Over the edge of my fangs,
I will tear you apart
Over the edge of my rage,
I will burn you down

My venom is pouring
Beware of my infernal intentions
Mercy, you will beg
Beware of my second nature

Self.

A Play: The Closed Room

Prequel: Monologue behind fallen curtains

 

God, why have you made death so loaded with fear? God, why have you made death linked to a story of suffering? Why do we see most people before dying having the facial expression of pain? Have you made this design with the intention to keep our eyes focused in life rather than death? But still it is the most certain truth in this universe, that every thing or one we see has the ability to vanish and no longer be. My concern my lord goes with this extreme urge to leave this existence but still i cannot do it. Do you feel me God, do you know how much i ache inside?

I guess all of this is related to the dream i saw a couple of nights before. I wanted to cross the railways but suddenly the train came into my direction racing so violently, once i tried to escape it, another train came racing from the other direction, so i kneeled down in the middle and tried to hide in between under something. I felt the pressure of air in between the two racing trains. I was so afraid and did not think i would remain still in the middle. I thought i wld be crushed to death. Is this what do you wanted me to see? A train from life to death, a transition towards the end that is so hard to bear, and a train from death to life, another transition that is so hard to bear. God, you think i am stuck in the middle ? And that lung and heart pressure i felt in the dream, is it what i am experiencing recently? An extreme agony and despair …

If only you did not make the fate of self destruction an eternal journey in Hell. If only you have made death empty of suffering. I would have taken my life gladly and without any further delay … God, everything i see around me in this life you have taken the care to make easy for me are things i cannot relate to. EVeryone seems like they have important things to do and carry on living, but me God, why am i here? Waking up in the middle of the night like an insane. I am still awake in this cold darkness but cant go back to sleep. Thoughts and feelings of sorrow are so loud inside. God, I cannot relate to this physical realm nor social life nor professional life. Believe me with all due respect i am grateful for all what you have given me without any effort from my side. It is just that i am so weak and cant take it anymore…

 

Act I

– I want to meet with God.
– Who are you, you lower form of life?
– Since you are asking it means I am not speaking with God. But since you replied I will answer you. I, indeed, am a low form of life, thus I do not think I should be named. I believe I am no-one.
– Funny thing, if you are no-one why do you want to meet with its holiness. Before you even reply you should be more considerate when approaching any kind of answer. Think before letting words flow off your filthy facial opening. In case you won’t just vanish and save us the trouble. Don’t make it double Ha! Just vanish. You poor being, pathetic humans are always needy and noisy. I have got enough of your recurrent prayers and crying.
– I, no-one, I, no-thing, would welcome your threats with open arms. I know I am unable to endure a great deal of torture. But, I, dare you to try. Who do you think yourself you are ? To talk with me, no-one, under that tone and with such rudeness. I must slay you and make you beg me before my feet if I could. You are but a creation of God, as my self.
– How, poor human, could you use such a language addressing me in my presence.
– I ask God almighty to protect me from you. You must be a fragment of my inner voice, or may be just another evil spirit. You, vanish now. Again, and again, I will say it out loud and keep repeating my demand till the doors of the third sky would open and bring me what I seek… I want to meet with God. I want to meet with God.
I can feel a huge amount of a frightening energy. It is not dark nor evil but I can sense a presence. Something not human but highly powerful. Something alien to me is manifesting itself within this white closed room. What the hell? A white costume? An androgynous face! Wearing a white and classy human clothing. What a beautiful face. But how can this skinny, curvy and tall being, human-like, having a white hat hiding its right eye, the left eye looking down, can have such a tremendous energy? An attractive thigh on the other thigh, one knee on another, a very charming female posture. Who are you, beautiful being ? I know you are not human. Why do I feel such a fear before you inside this closed white room? Who are you?

 

Act II

This being did not move its head, they keep their stare lowered. They did not move their pale lips, yet i can hear them speak, talking to me i guess. What a strong voice. I can feel my whole inner tremble, similar to a church’s rings.
– Why have you made such a noise in the third sky? who are you, lower being?
– I, am, no-one. I, am, no-thing.
– Why such a neediness, why such a very low self esteem, why all of this drama and extreme demand for attention? You know, us managers of the cosmos and nature, are busy keeping everything in balance as God almighty has ordered us to do. We live to serve him but you are making us delay more important matters and other celestial affairs. What do you want and keep it short. Know that you cannot meet with God the almighty, though you can still pray, he will certainly and surely hear you.
– Why cannot i meet with God? i cannot go any further with all this weight i am carrying. I can no longer do this. I am going to end my existence.
– Poor human, that is indeed your own fate, why are you bringing your lamentation to my presence, me the white servant.
– I do not know how to do any thing else than crying my own sorrow to sleep. I have no where else to go. I have no one else to seek for my request. I cannot endure all this inner pain, the struggle is unbearable thus i want to quit life. This existence is so hard for me to experience.
– Poor human, it seems to me that you have lost your way. You are indeed lusting unknowingly after suffering. May be you are just insane. I won’t have pity on your soul. Go burn in Hell. Since i can smell how rotten has become your spirit of sin. You slave of your own carnal desires. You stink and it is driving me crazy. I have to vanish. I cannot be within the presence of such a lower form of life. You, no-one, consider yourself lucky for i did not slay you.

Thus the white being has disappeared. I feel so bad, i feel so bad about my self. My heart and lungs are crushing. I cannot even pronounce the word, i cannot say the name of the lord. Oh lord, what a cursed being i have become. Oh lord, i am so weak…

The closed room i am in is starting to lose its whiteness and i am beginning to feel like if the room is falling. It is falling, this feeling reminds me of an elevator going down below. The speed of the fall is becoming so high. I cannot resist the extreme pressure i am feeling right now! Oh Lord, what an amount of pain i am feeling right now. It is becoming so unbearable, may be i am dying…

It stopped. I am opening my eyes right now. To my surprise the white closed room is no longer white. It has become black. And behold, there is a red bloody creature, human-like, sitting in the corner facing me. Lowering their gaze wearing an evil grin. Their black lips are pressured by very long and sharp fangs. Those scary teeth seem like if they were covered by blood. The skin of this creature is dark red, and they are wearing a red human costume. Only the lips are black. I can hear them speak now, but all what i hear are babies crying. The pressure i felt before during the fall has disappeared but still, i cannot pretend that i am at ease being with this never seen before dark creature. The baby crying has stopped. Who are you, you red being ? Are you holding bad intentions towards me? Are you willing to hurt me ?

 

Act III

– Welcome to the third earth, lower form of life. This is a part of the underworld. We are sorry we have made you suffer on planet Earth. Actually, we have only whispered into your ear, you did believe and thus made your faith into your less importance greater. But trust me, your existence does not matter at all.
– Why are you explaining this to me, what is a no-being like me to you? i am indeed a no-thing that prays to be crushed and ended with.
-We, spirits of the dark, know you. We do value your suffering, your pain and sorrow. You are so pathetic. We intend to see you in more despair actually. Ha! We wanted to have a little fun with you here, or with what remains of you here. Me and other infernal incarnations like and enjoy seeing you in such a pain. It is so funny to see no-one take their own life. We believe it is so entertaining.
– Being the object of entertainment is your own business. Answer me, creature, why are you here?
– The question you should be asking instead is why are you, the no-thing here.
– I wanted to meet with the lord.
– Why so ?
– I couldn’t bear this existence, on this planet. It is so hard.
– What do you think will happen if you ever got the chance to meet with the lord ? You already stink of sin. You, no-one, know that the unclean is not welcome up there. However, you are here now right ? This is your place slave. Here down below within the third earth. Now stop speaking and know the value of your self. Accept it, feel it and believe in it deep inside you. Such inverted faith will come handy during your intimate moments of pain. Behold, i will carry you to your personal well. The well of despair. Follow me poor human.

I can no longer see the black walls that formed the closed room. I feel an extreme heat while i am still following the long oscillating tail that is in front me. Erect sometimes it slaps me so fast to bring me to the left path. I enjoyed those nostalgic hits for they have reminded me of my true nature, a slave of pain, me the no-one, me the no-thing.

I can see now the malefic well of despair. It is full of stinky swamp. I can see the chains waiting for me deep inside.

– Welcome, slave, burry yourself hear poor human. You can cry as long as you wish, you pathetic, shout for help if you desire since no one will hear you, or hurt yourself and weep continuously.

Welcome to your well of despair.
Erase all what you have left of dignity
Sink into the disgusting swamp
Lock yourself with those heavy chains
Burry yourself deep within
Suffer and self destruct eternally
You, no-thing, for you are indeed a failure
You, no-one, for you are indeed insane

They have vanished. I did as they have commanded me to do. I am down below the well crying my own agony and lack of might. From time to time feeling hurt keeps me conscious. From time to time i see up there and all i can see are black clouds and red lightening. I don’t know how much i can remain here. I don’t even know if i am still alive.

 

Self

Sword Of Dawn

I dwell inside this corpse
For i am the only one who will bring him down
To the rotten dwellings of hell
Agony should be his only path

Oh please lords of the heavens
(demonic mocking voice)
Shut all voices within
(demonic mocking voice)
Voices of evil
(demonic mocking voice)
Let them vanish by your mercifulness
(demonic mocking voice)

(growl)

Pray

By Venusian Cenobite @ 2016 (My Facebook Name)

My Commentaries On Verses: entry003

“Recite unto them the tale of the one to whom We have sent Our signs, but he sloughed them off, so Evil overtook him and he became one of those who went astray.
And had We willed We could have raised him by their means, but he clung to the earth and followed his own lust. Therefor his likeness is as the likeness of a dog: if thou attackest him he gasps, and if thou leavest him he gasps. Such is the likeness of the people who deny Our revelations. Narrate unto them the history that perhaps they may take thought.
Wrong is the example of the folk who denied Our revelations, and misguide their own selves.
Whom Allah doth guide,- is on the right path: whom He rejects from His guidance,- such are the persons who perish.
Already have We urged unto hell many of the jinn and humankind, having hearts wherewith they understand not, and having eyes wherewith they see not, and having ears wherewith they hear not. These are as the cattle – nay, but they are worse! These are the neglectful.”

Quran-Ch7FromV175.

[My thoughts]

Our journey on planet Earth is full of signs. Divine signs. Would it be signs of nature, signs of social happenings, or just inner revelations. Those signs if reflected upon enough and with the help of the divine may shine within and thus shine upon the path that is in front. Just for a while you can follow the light within the darkness of existence and get closer one step ahead to the truth. Denial of the signs is what led the human to be an easy prey for Evil. God in the verse states that his will is related to what came of the human in denial. What most people ignore is that the will of God is related to his divine wisdom and kindness. Herein is an example. God is able to summon the divine within the human being in order to follow his path, but only if the human makes an effort into following the encountered signs. One might wonder why would the human being deny the word or spirit of God under the form of signs, it is mentioned in the verse that the reason is clinging to earthly matters, but if we think more deeply we would understand that the ego of the human is what led him into following his own pleasure and philosophy instead of submitting to the truth shown in the signs. For recognition of the divine in the signs and denial that comes after is only the proof for the will of man or woman to not follow the divine. Thus God will not summon fully the divine within man nor woman because they have proved their allegiance to their own ego for the sake of earthly matters. Still the kindness of God wont gave up and will ask his messenger, Mohammad PBUH to tell and remind his people these stories in the hope of change. May be one day man or woman will acknowledge their denial and then seek the truth again after repentance. The last verses give us an image of the walls that are built against one’s true perception. These walls are the result and also the manifestation of neglect in the face of the divine encounter. Encounter of the signs that is indeed man, woman, or Jinn’s duty to perceive, think through, and by then follow. If not Hell will be their everlasting dwelling.

Self.

Flirting With The Horned Being

– Shall we begin ?
– Life is a fragile thing
– Says who?
– Says Death…
– Ending a life does not mean ending its existence. For where it ends it starts elsewhere.
– See, i am concerned with what happens after.
– I have never thought you were the kind who worries that much. It’s really bad for the business.
– Now you call it a business. i guess you are right after all. Making us think we have our fate at hand, making us believe we created ourselves thus we choose to end it by our own hands, is indeed your business.
– Why are you cocky all of a sudden. You know i am the only one who has that privilege. This conversation begins to tap on my nerves.
– I am sure it does. It is just that I am not a big fan of suffering.
– Does it make a difference, to suffer here of after, does it even matter how much pain you ll feel. Hey, listen, long story short, you don’t like your stay here, i am helping you making it shorter.
– You just enjoy our downfall.
– Don’t you think i am doomed. Don’t you think my story is sad and worth fighting for or at least being told and told over the past, the present and future?
– Even if that means eternal suffering ?
– Not only that, you ll have that enchanting pleasure. You ll ascend to the stars before you fall.
– Shall we begin then?

Self

Third Skin

What should i do of my becoming
For all i bring is sorrow and misery

I am the dream destroyer
I walk with you and spit on your hopes
I hold your hand and step on your heart

I am the dream destroyer
I praise torture and bestow disgust

I spread my wings and float upon you
I sharpen my claws and tear you apart
I whip out my tail and shove it down your throat

I greet you with death
And leave you to dust

Self.

P.S.: The D.D. resides within…