(In abstracto...
... Echange du Vide
Ecce lignum Crucis,
In quo salus mundi pependit)
Therefore, God honors
the sword so highly
That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say
Or imagine that they have invented it or
instituted it
For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then
No more man's hand, but God's, and it is not man,
But
God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights
All these are His work and His judgments...
Plerosis, answering the strident
call of felony,
Filling the void of purity gone instantly...
Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death,
An avid
Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast,
Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word
As Pillars of
grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament
... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason's spite, is my pride...
War,
be enthroned, a form of divine retribution!
Execution,
Be sacred, agent of divine Providence!
Man, lost somewhere between the
restrictive force
Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel,
Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast
Each time he
ceases to desire a being superior to himself
Adam's descent into materiality,
May it be questioned...
The separating line between
the Saved and the Damned,
May it be questioned...
If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse
Unless
another is better, or one be better unless another is worse...
Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would
eliminate
Providence itself
Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode,
Perceive the two faces of the Divine
And shed the
just, divine retribution
Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria
(Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn
bestrmt,
Sein Herze zerreit, Sinne zerstrt...
L'Esprit du Seigneur ne se promne pas seulement dans les cimetires
Ceux qui Le
connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, ft-ce en enfer,
Et Il dit Lui-mme que le feu marche devant Sa
Face!)
Microcosm,
The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid,
Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance,
A
swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised,
Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the
feet and odors foul...
Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned
And that this is their only
means of
Salvation
Means of...
Salvation!
Thesaurus Ecclesiae
The memory of a stagnant and somber vale
Inhabited by
ethereal purity,
Violet and blood-red crucifixes,
Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism
Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of
divine wrath and final consummation
To thine lips, and drink with confidence...
Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from
your eyes?