Apophatic Weaponry

As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore: the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation.