Embracing emptiness inside the churning guts to fight I'm reaching for eternity I'm ready for it now Life was a mere prelude A detour in physical form Time to detach and strive to be A lotus, forever tanned by death My life concludes, I have my roots Shugendo and the great Kukai My love for the mountains The muses for a sage The mind controls the path My body marks the end Enlightenment at last By sculpted self-destruction Embracing emptiness inside the churning guts to fight I'm reaching for eternity I'm ready for it now Towards Buddhahood in the flesh End life in complete darkness in supreme subliminity transforming towards the spheres of eternity A thousand days of slow starvation rejecting further worldly needs this ultimate act of self-denial frees me from their tyranny Increasing movement, excercise until my every muscle cries until my mass reduces and I hear the voice of pain Chewing the bark of trees taking in most toxic teas Becoming a poisonous shell maggots it shall thus repell I wither away in no man's sight my self-chosen crypt, cocoon of death and when the bell speaks silence and they'll seal it airtight Embracing emptiness inside the churning guts to fight I'm reaching for eternity I'm ready for it now It gets dark, it gets dark I need nothing, not even air I don't need this life This body I no longer bear.

(We might as well capitalize on hell Fascination for the morbid and the macabre Erect a theme park of repentance "Collective virtue is a hoax," he sang And pulled forth the chain with slaves Who all wept for fooling themselves.) They walked past a wall which read "I am like you" They stood beneath clouds with the colour of flesh A fake priest bid them welcome and talked of sin One of which was a lie, but both found a hearing In walks Starcast, nothing left to lose, a lot to say His tongue set to be cut off: A purse for the Greedmaster Re-growing afterwards like a rotating procedure Speechless Jesus says "Hi" to little boy soldiers They readied their rifles in reply and shot him on the spot For in Hell all errors are infinite and mandatory for success Starcast abandoned reason long ago No time for such luxuries as pity or compassion Thus he stood up and reported to his Mistress The one who let be build the Monoliths of Disgust With words from a blood-clotted alphabet saying: "We shape our buildings, thereafter they shape us" Indeed, he saw one such lamentable creature Once a living human, now a soul in anguish Bowed down in worship at the foot of disgust Then absorbed and spat out like decomposed tissue "My love is for all" said the Mistress And she gulped down the sad abomination Starcast turned to her and replied: "You sound like a Christian!" She said: "Not so. They become their own punishment. Only I can digest the indigestable! My acids are the tools of Nothingness And Nothingness is the greatest love" Starcast spoke with dribbeling words: "Your love must have a lot to offer!" She said: "Bow down and you shall see" He said: "Worship's not my cup of tea" The Mistress said: "This Monolith is a mirror If those in worship see their True Self They will become what they deserve" And Starcast said: "You must be the fairest of them all!" She said: "Verily. I came in and out unchanged. I am the Chosen One. Appointed by myself. I have a wonderful purpose. Do you?" He said: "I have a wonderful purse with words like worthless currency!" And thus Starcast became ordained a priest By the Mistress of the Monolith of Disgust A servant of the Chosen One pulling forth his chain of slaves, In his mouth the purse for the Greedmaster. Never failing.

Charon is my companion I count his coins and souls While his boat cuts through the Styx The voice of Asheron calls I wade through the waters of blasphemy And drench all gods in a thousand curses I bury them all in silence and denial For they rule in indifference and from afar The Holy: unattainable For it is all that man is not All religion: fallible Like all that man is There is nothing... nothing you can do To evade your linear path Thou shalt be who thy are Thou shalt be but a speck in time Ferry cross the heresy From one shore to the next The curse that is your life Mere dust in your Creator's eye! I am Charon's companion I feed on reflections and sounds Above the faint screams of resistance Below we set sail to the quiet Everlasting.

Christian, Christian Are you looking like me? Are we all born equal? Well it ain't what I see. Christian, Christian With you firm belief In medieval fantasies What's next up your sleeve? Christian, Christian After Jesus' blood you thirst Once drunk, losing sense Your sense of dignity goes first Christian, Christian With your modern facade Cherish so-called charity Though a philantrope you're not Christian, Christian Catch a heart and mind With your false rethorics Of the greediest kind Morphing to a different shape It's all mental virology While we're prospering towards A Malthusian catastrophy Food and fuel depletion Global moral bankruptcy Jesus couldn't save himself And neither you or me Christian, Christian 'gainst an atheist earth They demonize Darwin Clinging on "rebirth" Christian, Christian Self-righteous frown Go walk on water Like a witch you drown!

Earthling, surface dweller Unbeknownst of the greater scheme There must be greater powers Beyond the state of wake and dream I know why we are losing touch Don't need to believe in anything Shackled by life in oblivion The vultures of greed are on the wing Deity or reality Patriarch or fatality Choose whichever of them Though none will reveal their mercy Ask the Big One in the sky But the answers his own to keep Can you find hope in rhethorics? While dependend on others, could you sleep? Fact is: you will die, dissolve Crumple like books on a shelf Man was never made for the celestial Just an anomaly to marvel at itself Deity or reality Patriarch or fatality Choose whichever of them Though none will reveal their mercy Divinity is in consciousness: All we can have but can't see Knowing life is cruel, Why should the afterlife not be? Mere drops in a stream called time How can we sustain our needs When everything we strive for To oblivion where it leads.

Dreaming of the Underworld I'm pulled towards the chtonic spheres Belonging to the guide of souls: The psychopomp I saw the fields with olive trees The sands of vertile red A funerary cart that was Led forth by sorrow No longer "I," for I was Vanth now: Omnipresent and all-seeing A companion to Charun Who guards the door to Hades Eyes migrated to my wings They flew towards the task to testify And watching with bearded snakes Entwined around those arms I have seen slaughter and sacrifice, I have seen massacre and murder, And I can see the inevitable, The omnipresent and the lifeless My torch lights up the darkest corridors My scroll contains grim destinies My key gives passage to the door of doors My sword the voice of a shaman I was at the sacrifice of Trojan captives On the grave of Patroclus Where Achilles' sword spoke most gruesomely While the sons of Oileous and Telamon beheld Hate for every day grieved, Death for every tear shed Twelve days twelve heads Eyes cold as bodies For fear of mortality he became death incarnate Woe to his captives (but my heart is big) I awaited them as they turned into vacant shells Set free for good by Myrmidonian wrath I wield the sword of the benevolent Though Charun may be cruel To anyone undeserving of passage As his warden hammer judges swiftly Hades is my realm, I am Vanth The guide of transition Dreaming of the Underworld I fly through air and earth eternally.

Cosmic chance, the world's creation Debris from which the Earth was born Burst in a most hostile manner Destruction just a forming matter Man's existence measurable In Deep Time's awful endless while By arm's length, so very short: A stroke of a fingernail's file And look how much archieved within Such an unsignificant whim And look how much has science brought And what the cost of faith has bought This is man, in script and word A mammal flying as a bird And like a fish beneath the waves It's space for which it thenceforth craves On planes of Mars there's exploration 'neath Earth's mountains is a station Science moves towards the next Chapter in man's final text The Large Hadron Collider Mighty this Man-made machine And the chances likely Nothing bigger will be seen Higgs-Boson wished to detect Who knows a New Manhattan Project Financed by the banks of war In the name of science and lore They don't know the outcome Black Hole Factory: A ridicule Planetary annihilation: "Totally miniscule" Welcome to the infernal machine The bigest man has ever seen Prosperity goes at a cost And maybe soon all will be lost The Large Hadron Collider Mighty this man-made machine And the chances likely Nothing bigger will be seen We stand, we watch, we wait They work in their laboratory Building the Black Hole Factory The last mankind might ever see.