ii

corridors of pain and hallways of glory

covered by the mist of artificial reason

tread lightly upon the lines of own mind

for through untold worlds

a new revelation shall come

through my wounds

through my scars

razors be paths within the maze

with each cut deeper

onwards to kether

to crown the atrocity

presence

of second word coming unto flesh

revelation! salvation! born of light

abide in man!

a maze with countless entrances

yet no ways out

a divine challenge! consiousness at stake!

merge

a will so strong

cracking knees like twigs

resistance is futile

but how delightning

misguiding fear of truth

so humane

so restricting

willingly strangling own humanity

far beyond the safe borders of madness

a new sight through undead eyes

perception distorted so sharply

so the true light shines through all of the known