Eschaton’s Gift

By Fen

On Monuments to Absence

Released on July 7, 2023

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Open wide thine arms

And welcome dissolution into thy embrace - into thy soul

A very universe of needle shafts spearing into thy essence

Shearing... unmaking... dissembling

The bliss of extinction travels on seas of agony

For what more can the last tattered vestiges

Of consciousness demand?

What else can await the scions of reduction?

Than the shredding vortex of extinction

From pain, we derive finality - and from finality, releasе

We placed our hopes in a gildеd cage of unreality

Little more than the crushing, iron-shod shackles

Of purest ignorance

Bereft of guild, absent of thought

The very basest, reductive reasoning of the mentally stillborn

Begging for solace in the endless corridors of a feeble fantasy

Eyes glazed with the desperate narcotic gleam

Of a stunted mind grasping in dependence

Infantile mewling and whimpering shame pours forth

Reaching with tendrils of a child's yearning

For the dopamine surge of oblivion's grasp

In forlorn defiance the shrieking agonies

Carried by the reality of violent obliteration

And so it comes

The end

It comes on trails of fire and plateaus of carrion

Sown in soils trammelled with malediction's venom

Howling absence

A hurricane of negation

Open wide thy throats

And scream... and scream... and scream

Tracheas red raw, vocal chords split and shredded

Revel in this damnation

For which we begged and pleaded

Craved - as opiates flooding a rotted, dying cortex

This is what we prayed for

For this is our gift