We may have been passing in chance, as though our worlds did not collide, the death of humanity & the end of all traversing in an angular path before me & mine but forward & straight ahead.
Category: The Metamorphosis of Zen
Eternal End of the Sun: The Introduction
He thought about the last time; he had gotten married instantly & within two weeks the cops & shown up & dragged her away; how he had barely escaped; how he had drank each night afterwords in front of mexican bars just to hear the music; how his heart had been removed & in expressing such he had revealed his position unto the gods that were hunting him. He been ripped from the pages of life & implanted into the cosmos above. It was something he had decided long ago he longer wanted; he had been cast from heaven long ago & the fall tremendous, so great in fact his war upon god was eternal. He knew the feeling; he did not have any regrets. So he drove North, so far north that not even the light of the sun would recognize him; so far North that not even the darkness of night could see him & know who he was; where not even the air that existed would know him by touch & that he would always be immortal. As the sun rose over the sky behind him he drove his car off the cliff into the ocean where his body would remain at sea forever & devoured. He would see himself again somewhere in another life & remember; he had a million worlds to visit & a million more lives live; a war against god to fight until the very end. So here ends the Book of Zen.
The Book of Amidore
& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
Heed the cost, ours unto death,
We bled & burned in our services unto Satan.
We are the shadow that rules the night,
We are the Gods of all that are dead.
In Unholy Scipture penned in blood,
So thus begins the Book of Amidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen
& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
Heed the cost, we bled unto the shadows of the night
We are the darkness of night that rules amongst you
So thus begins the Book of Armidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen
& so begins the book of red,
Armed in lot & owed their dead
We bleed unto the shadows of the night amongst you
We are the Gods that reign,
Forever we are, Immortal in the unholy path without you.
So thus begins the Book of Armidore: The Metamorphosis of Zen
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