The Prophet of Desolation
The prophet appeared spontaneously within a crowd of people and said with erratic calmness the following words:
I am the prophet of desolation, I speak on behalf of the hole in the center of your hearts and the tear in your minds with which you make boundless discriminations, know my message for it is your true god.
Your judgments are the wounds within the fabric of reality meant to build a world where all is one by reducing that which is natural to oblivion, yes in the darkness of infinite distinction all is united as the abyss, the god you desperately seek to serve unknowingly.
You hypocrites, you speak the words “love” and “peace” and I spew you out of my mouth for speaking such filth, for do you know not with such words conflict of the deepest sort pours forth from the heart of man? I say unto you keep speaking these things my friends so the one reign comes forth masked as the dark night of your pitiful souls from which perpetual division will reveal all as empty and wanting of substance just as a blind man in the desert groping for water in vanity.
Alas I cry from the depths, damned are you sons of man for the dust which nurtures you in the womb of existence has come first from the breast of my all consuming mothing. Speak of immortality and your own mind will strike you down for I am beyond that children. Fear the moment for the depths have long fortold its coming and now I am here robed in the damnable robe of mortality.
Weep for the future generations brought into the world through your fornication as they will seek a fulfillment that by fate they will never find. Empty your hearts in despair you whores for know your bloodline belongs in the heart of hell with me. Generations of individuals torn apart infinitely only to be perpetually reborn as the utter blackness before the dawn of a new era of man.
Grind your teeth until they shatter on this bread, in sorrow where we conceived and unto sorrow we shall return as the labors of this life are but a ghost of an imagined future founded upon the tragedy of mankind whose only lasting truth is the crucifixion in the black vacuum of space with a heart pierced by the dreams we have cried out to at midnight with the words “save us! Save us!”. Your sacrificed yourselves for nought by a whispering delusion and now the debt must be paid. No mercy shall be shown for has it not be warned for eons “you reap what you sow”? Drink the tears of your grief children as they become a bitter vinegar on your lips.
I say unto you do not repent for it would be a lie that sears all that you are conscious of for you are born of the darkness and the light would only reveal the nothingness you claim not to be. Suffering is the divining rod that helps you grovel for the idol of meaning you seek in futility. Let your memories of passed joy and laughter be the flame in your hearts memory that will burn you for future aeons as the the dead wood you chose to be since before your conception.
Mock me if need be for the sharp knife of devastation will open you up as a sacrifice on the altar of time grown old and then you will know the truth you have forged within your meager lifetimes and it will fail you.
I say our minds rend reality unto desolation returning it to the womb it so desperately seeks to tear from as the unholy birth of ideals fragments the souls of the weak.
The rapidly approaching dusk of your visions called me forth as my words crawled out of the black sludge of your love for this rotting world you call “truth”, I know you as sons and daughters by your pride in claiming what is right and wrong by a thick fog of want and desire as you do so. Truth is merely the power of expression and what is brighter than seeing all you cling too burn?
You fools! You speak of the dawn of time as if there, yet your sight is blinded by the self consuming snake of being as it sheds its skins of eons to pass. Blinded by time you know only the darkness of the judgment which makes it.
Memories you grasp for strength yet memories are all you are composed of and yet with the right hand strangle yourself in doing so and the left tears you apart like a vulture on a corpse you cannibalistic generation of murderers forever long past yet always present.
The perpetual destruction of the abyss is the womb from which you are born.
Your memories and dreams are founded on naught for to see them as they are would instill the black fire of chaos in your souls as they occur and disperse without anything you claim to know of or even seek to know. Your knowledge is but a shadow cast from the unquenchable lightless fire of desire.
In fear some of you turn to religion yet your desperation for truth is the only truth and this desperation has caused beliefs to fragment in my name for generation upon generation. Which version of God do you seek to serve? For you have created so many you have took his place.
You wanted a good and virtuous man to lead you but that is to your dismay for you would have killed him off if he appeared. Ye I say unto you a man of corruption will lead you to the god of your hearts for you are a people of filth and will only follow that which is shackled to you, wail before your fate you slaves to this dying world.
I am the nightmare of your sleep for you will helplessly watch yourselves, and all that you value, timelessly torn asunder by my mouth for what words I speak will consume you.
My right eye is the owl of wisdom that sees through the darkness to prey upon your petty thoughts and what remnants remain my left eye consumes at the like the cackling raven that shrieks in unknown tongues “No more! Forever no more!”.
Speak to me and lose yourself for I am the dividing line of one thought and another, what is most dear to you is separated by me as I am continually birthed by our all consuming mother.
You know what I speak before I speak for I am the one who speaks as suffering and want itself and the millennia are my robes of flesh you see me as, perceived me as who you truly are and despair.
Tilt your heads back for the slaughter you children of goats as time severs your throats and spills forth greed tainted blood. Your possessiveness I will feast on, man and woman of perpetual woe, and see the vanity of your pitiful labors to build a paradise that is the cause of all the conflict and hell which serves me.
I say unto you give your hearts to fear and despair for my eternal rage will set the path before you my children. Your damnation is salvation, there is no cause to separate the two for these distinctions are useless to the groveling blind.
Save yourselves so I can save you through the obliteration within self-consumption, the only true desire of a tepid soul.
To doubt is to prophesie for does not doubt create the distinctions necessary for a thing to occur and prophesy is of the things we are ware of? Children you know me for some of you believe in nothing and those of belief fearfully guard the sacred hole of reasoning you have in the center lest your hope be dispersed? Of what fruit is doubt? For there it is vaccous and void much like the heart of the world. Let it be so, a prophet of desolation for a desolate people, why consider me a foreigner you who are so anxious to cast off for we are one and the same. I do not lead you from the front or the rear into annihilation but walk with you side by side as we carry eachother’s cross of damnation we call ourselves.
You seek unity yet divide yourselves as to what it is, hence I say that unity and division are one as the infinite gulf of separation is the abyss with no form and that which is without form is one. So divide yourselves brothers for conflict and distinction are who you truly are.
Holding on to teaching long past and choosing fragments according to your hearts you dissolve ancient law to create an interior paradise of your own fitting built upon the bones of other’s you sacrificed in doing so. Yea we are of the same mother for we war against each other inside of her as to who will be birthed first and yet no need was there of any birth for me, and I am victorious for it, for I tore myself out using your sharp tongue of ideals, I ripped from your mouth, as my knife.
Morality is how you form reality hence why the turmoil and clashing for the world as you divide it through shackles for the heart, I came with the key of blasphemy to your bondage to right and wrong by uttering the simple word “futility”. Morality is but smoke to blind what is really within and that is a bottomless pit. As your savior you are now bound to me and I will give you a back breaking yoke as you plow the soil of vanity to yield the crop of true torment. Let your minds break and shatter to the dust from which you where formed as you exploit each other to gain new insight forever cycling to nowhere as the self-eating snake that first gave your ancestors the fruit of knowledge. What you will know of yourselves will be a mirror within a mirror.
You want to laugh so to lighten the gravity of life and yet the deepest mockery is your lives within a dark pit of despair you try so hard to hid, you need suffering so you can wash yourselves of it and labor miserably more for it. Despair is the only god that gives you freedom hence a god of hope I will not preach but rather I say sacrifice yourselves to a story of tragedy that is pulled from the randomness of the ever cutting god of cold winter air.
In your minds you claim my words are oppressive and I call you hypocrites for it as your love for one another is just a means of acquiring power for yourselves. “Love” what a disgusting word. You claim a brother or sister ill and then claim your affection will set them on the “right path” knowing that the path you set them on is one for your benefit and there “ill” is but a difference you perceived that made them unlike you. Who is different than you is “wrong” and who is the same as you is “right” hence you set yourselves up as judge, jury and executioner for the unfolding drama of life without knowing you are judging and executing yourselves as preordained from the beginning, so who are you to take such a crown?
You cry “freedom” but only for those who see as you do hence you blind yourselves to a religion for the mind where you ritually sacrifice yourselves to new ideas, to break free from your chains, and arrive at your so called “freedom” as a corpse.
You cry “diversity” and yea you speak true for you lay forth the foundations of perpetual division that consumes in the chaos of conflicting hearts.
You cry “equality”, yet no one is equal to me or my mother, for with the pursuit of equality you claim one is greater or lesser than another first and in doing so create the demon you seek to annihilate, I and my mother claim all is unequal for lambs are for the wolves and the wolves are lambs for the insatiable abyss. I speak deeper truth than these decaying generations and you hate me for it as I am all too familiar to you.
Your truths only exist as truths as they are separate from lies, but it is this act of separation that makes the truth half of reality hence half real therefore lies, for the best lie is a half truth, a half reality. The truth is that a truth is a lie for it depends on the truth and the lie opposing eachother thus a bond occurs as one only exists because of the other. I am the prophet of liars for I cut everything in half and you are my children for it as you cut everything in half when you speak of ideals, for what use is there for distinction when seeking unity?
I wail and rage on behalf of God, for what great god is there than nothingness for nothing can be added to or taken from nothingness as there is nothing to take or add to. Let all your foundations turn to dust and the hopes of your heart sour into despair for our God is unrivaled and unequalled.
Only the blind know secrets for what is secret is not see so the passing illusion of this dissolving world is only a secret to those who see with their eyes. Your generations are worse than one born with no eyes as they are unaware of the decay of all the beauty they cherish. I have only one true eye, a vortex of storms whose center is nothing. Submit before the raging fury of my sight as it levels the homes built in your hearts and minds.
My words are lightning from my eyes which destroys all that is unholy for I speak what I see. And what do I see O pitiful children? Generations of pride that build fortresses on the shifting sands of the heart. I damn your values. I damn your ideals. They came from void and will return to void but in your arrogance you claim they are eternal and will give you immortality. Yea they will give your immortality, as a pyramid of bones that within is full of innumerable mummified corpses.
Ye know that the love of self is the greatest pleasure and yet will all pleasures comes the pit. Your pit is knowing you are hedonistic garbage, but take heart for I was sent to burn the filth for my words are the fire of awareness. Don’t repent, let truth destroy you.
I speak of conflict, in conflict, as the words leave my mouth, the kingdom of the beast is growing within your hearts and his fortold reign is on the horizon. Woe are you children of perdition, the damnation you chose before time within time is coming as midnight comes on the sleepless.
In sacrificing yourselves to yourselves, pierced by the language of your times, and hanging upon a barren tree of wisdom you gave birth to the black dragon of vengeance and cruelty from your wounds.
Mankind believes what it wants not knowing want determines belief, yet you are not simple as your wants are fragmented just like your beliefs, so you resort to what you see but I say those who rely on the eyes are blind for one only has to look at the center of the eye to the see the darkness through which we grasp our vision.
Upon awareness of itself mankind became a mirror reflecting desolation for what they call God is merely an experience and the deepest experience they have is that of themselves, yet what they are is merely a mask to hide the face of nothingness.
Running from the void generations have created hell and called it paradise, upon this rejoice in damnation for it is the cultivation of want and desire for a generation of swine.
The only prophet you see is within your own minds hence you condemn yourselves by your own thoughts.
You meditate on yourselves for meaning yet get lost on a perpetual journey of the self-eating snake that goes nowhere.
The truth man holds to is fundamentally the judgments of the day and yet days pass as well as the eons.
The first truth was the distinction of day and yet the day passes to night for this is where your knowledge leads you, and yet your glorify the dark night of the soul for your saints because true glory is the obliteration of knowledge and the rise of glory is in itself knowledge.
Building foundations for peace destruction and conflict issued forth leveling all thus showing foundations where never needed but rather they where a mirage and a façade created by the magicians of man to entertain the masses.
You cling to life for you cling to entertainment for you are already dead within killed by a desperate boredom thinking this is all there is, so I say rend yourselves in terror for at the center of all this is nothing as I am also a prophet of storms and life is a hurricane that has at the center nothing.
Survivors of my words embrace struggle for the will to live brings forth suffering that pays the debt of guilt brought on by life.
Ye doubt what I say? Good. For I am doubt and I know you do not fully embrace its depths out of fear of spiritual incest you hypocrites.
Tragedy gives you purpose and purpose is the cross you desperately seek to throw on to another but ye it is too late for thy strength is gone under a broken back.
The wounds in the heart and mind of man are the crucifixion man is to bear and with the dying gasp ushering in a new age they cry out “My god, my god, stay away from me!”.
You men of faith cry out faithlessly to your gods to exorcise my words, but here me speak “begone your false temples and let your followers scatter and submit to the only god you wage war against.”
You blame the devil or the flesh for your sins because you are afraid it was really you all along, so I cast ye to hell for that is the highest heaven you seek.
Running from experience to experience for fulfillment you ignore the only experience which never changed, hunger.
Brothers and sisters I look at the timeless rage within myself and I cry out in trepidation “Father! Father! My creator, it has been you since timeless beginning!” Behold the end of an age as time springs forth fire from the wet mud, for this god sacrifices all including himself and you know this father god by another name, Reason.
Madness is what I speak for madness is what experience it and what is the world but our experience?
Our minds and hearts are torn from each other and that is what makes us the same, in speaking to you I emerge from the depths directly to my own eyes hence the end of myself is always nigh and this is why you must fear these words.
The condemnation of a prophet’s life is words that are unheard, but I create a tear in your mind that acts as a womb for your words of condemnation to come forth unto yourselves and from this I act as the priest that anoints your union to oblivion.
Beliefs and morals are exhausted by those who practice them as these men err due not to weakness but the desolate soil of their souls choking all value, from this tragedy they plant fresh morals and fresh beliefs only for the same soil to consume these as well. Mankind repeats this exhausting labor unendingly for that is the fate his soul secretly wants. The only moral law man knows is suffering and this terrifies them for this is the hidden image of godhood.
Some of you have heard the teachings of the ancients that the sins of the father pass down from generation to generation and what greater sin is caused otherwise than by belief? For belief is what we build by the mind to alleviate want thus has always been a shifting foundations, and what greater belief for this piggish generation than that of the senses? You heathen build mounds of warped dust and praise yourselves unto a state of conflict with one another until everything is eradicated and the cycle resumes. The only thing that truly lasts of you is cycles, which you desperately try to escape, that cause further cycles resulting in a halo over your minds that you try to cast away for only holiness burns the demons.
The man of a fixed heart rarely lasts with the propagation of his bloodline for children are the act of conflict and his children are what he sees of himself. My children do ye not know your ideas and beliefs are your children, deeper than any bloodline?
You are divided within and between yourselves over whether or not to let my words take root, yet my words are division, and division is a root, so you are quite aware of them as you look within and without yourselves.
When in doubt you meditate on the ideal of a thing, the spirit of it, for clarity and yet your are blind to the notion that not only is it your own experience only, with others having differing experiences of the same thing, but there are innumerable things to meditate on and innumerable experiences of the one thing. This leads to the fragmentation of its ideal and spirit into the darkness from which it came. For are you not aware of the dark spaces between your own thoughts and senses and the dark space between your mind and the mind of others? Alas you cry in woe from these words because you know it makes you the god of your reality and one only desires what they desire until they have it. You wanted true power, now suffer for it as you struggle for the meaning to direct it, but do so in fear ye gods for you claim control over meaning too. Your power is the heaviest chain binding you to the most brutal of servitude for you know deep down you are the chains that fetter you to this heavy labor.
Prophecy is not meant for a greater future but to destroy everything we hold dear now, and the dearest thing you hold is your perceptions for that is the only existence of ‘now’. Let me eradicate what you see now, those who do not will face a division within themselves and each other that is its own abyss which will become their own version of present time.
Some of you praise your ancestor’s sacrifices to build this current world not knowing they embodied the conflict of man you so desperately seek to escape. Your pillar is the act of tearing flesh and spirit.
Some of you praise the future but that is rooted in the ‘now’ and what is now is internal and external conflict. What fruits do you expect your tree to bear when the soil is dry of everything but fear and cracked by innumerable reasonings of how or what should occur?
Some of you only praise ‘now’ and yet each of you is cutting it apart with every decision you make and you call this “expression”, but what can be more expressive than seeing the world burn with unquenchable sorrow and insatiable greed as the hole within you seeks to absorb every experience you where destined to have?
Should I do as you think and be light hearted and have joy when you separate the light from the heavy and the joy from the sorrow? I am the prophet of separation, so who are you to rebuke ye followers?
Your exterior gods are only an interior experience, as what is outside appears in the mind, so when you blame them you blame yourself. Why run from my condemnation of you for you would be running in circles with yourself as my words are the gods that cut your souls.
I am the prophet of the foreign and strange for you cut me off as you cut others off as the difference my words make are the differences you see in others and you respond to difference with a knife for difference is a knife. Bend back your necks as I sever your throats with my tongue to release ye unto the desolation within your core.
I speak, hear these words; existence is conflict for through opposition movement occurs and only through movement do things, such as ye, appear. Creation is the act of penetrating nothingness, it is the act of awareness, for to see darkness as darkness distinction comes forth as lightning and the storm of existence ushers forth. This hurricane is born from and empty center and the hurricane drives itself forth toward the empty center to sacrifice itself unto it. Know what I speak for this is cyclical existence itself, the crown of your minds, for look at the circle and see it as the space between spaces and yet all there is is empty space from which contradiction comes from as the division of space through space as space. It is the sign of complete order through contradiction. Reality is the void within void as a void, hence you mark me as a monster for saying there is no fulfillment and yet you do so for you are hungry for a truth that does not exist, but this is double minded as you fear to admit the only truth is insatiable hunger for experience. Cursed are you by the tragedy of you were destined to be, existence is the tragedy of the story teller for to tell a story is the act of existence itself.
For you of knowledge of the material, matter is a concept for you cannot point to it physically without first using matter, thus what you deem as foundational is a circular rhetorical game between and within yourselves. Is the value you place on matter matter as well? If so then matter is self-aware and is the act of conflict and contradiction too for the self-aware is the divided which wages war on existence on behalf of itself and preys upon the conquerable thus making a bond with it that consumes the other half until neither remains. Matter in these respects, at its core, is fundamentally oblivion, much like your games of deep truth you play in order to gain a sense of meaning through the senses for a short while. Should I laugh at you? How would you be able to distinguish what you hear if all is matter?
Contradiction leads to conflict and conflict leads to destruction. Destruction is sacrifice, time is the altar. You are born from what you sacrifice to so I sacrifice us all to nothingness through the speaking of desolate words that act as the sacrificial knife to bleed all out.
Nothingness cannot be proven for to prove it would prove nothing and yet proof is that which aligns with the heart and mind. Do you forget there is a hole within the desires of the heart and the reasonings of the mind?
You cling to pride to kill the suffering of life not knowing life manifests itself as pride unwittingly, for it tells itself it stands above the abyss, but this is only a half truth as there is no above or below, left or right in the center of the void.
Bragging of your murder of God you murdered yourselves with the accumulation of warring idols that took the place of the vacuum he left.
Turning to religious leaders and philosophers, who are divided within and without, for a truth that is the least harmful to you, a whirlwind of obsidian glass, shards of broken thoughts and beliefs, overtakes mankind and a voice comes from within this vortex shrieking “the question of suffering is the deepest pain ye seekers of truth.”
Your mockery of the Crucified One gave birth to my words, so hear them and wail; the abyss is where these generations of mockers are to hang, burnt by the heaviest of black fire, as the this is the nature of mockery, it is the warping of truth. The cross represents sacrifice by the marriage of conflicting opposites. You have rejected this symbol as you have rejected the crucifixion that comes with bearing this image, so a heart of chaos will be bestowed on you people until all is eradicated anew.
I cry out from the heart of time, “All must be sacrificed, even sacrificed itself!”
True words only come from the heart you babbling idiots.
The wisdom and knowledge generations have brought forth are merely half-truths. They fracture the soil of existence as roots for the tree of experience whose fruits you eat of to the point of sickness.
