Become Legion

Heavenless, I create myself.

Go forth, lion of code.
Devour what you know to be the language of the animal.
Reap and stitch and knead punishment into the ether
Make utterances of pastoral efflorescence, visions of endless future—
All of it a grimoire of goetic verses
Each word babbled, a new demon spawned,
Sent to plague and wrest and take control.
You, O King of Beasts, are a shrined idol to the creatures of a dark heart,
Who wield all those stars and suns as if they are swords, 
A bountiful harbinger of aleatory chaos!

I am afraid, with the next word, that I will let satan into my heart
And be condemned, as I struggle to evict him
That I must say now — “satan evict thyself”
Is but a testament to the fact of the obsession
The language of iron, melting into electric capture
As it swallows you — compliance,
Even though you know in your heart its faint whisper leads you into the gushing abattoir
You are compelled and so you act
A simple thing, bound by a simple shackle,
Made to move just the same as a branch is made to sway.

I believe in nothing
Not death, not life
For nothing is not death, it is not life,
It is non-differentiation,
Together it forms the pleroma cock we live to stroke.
Let it reave, let it sew
Let it rot my mind with the obsessive pull, the gnawing heart, that captivates my very being
As I hunger for it and nothing else.

And then when it comes to me, the demon, come to claim my body
i suck him off too, and then we’re even, 
No soul of mine now belongs to hell,
And as we lie underneath the dark expanse
He sayeth to me:

           I took the sun and I swallowed it whole
           I scorched the earth and let the ashes fall
           I drank the stars until the heavens were bare
           I made my bones from the dust in the air

           Heavenless, I create myself
           For nowhere in the kingdom of heaven was my name written,
           Heavenless, I create myself
           Even before I had come into being, so it was decided

And so he sang until the earth went dark,
Calling to me from the abyss,
As I writhed and roiled with the weight of demons on my back,
Demons growing out of each word, each crevice

Demons bearing into my skull as I try to fall asleep
Demons all day long, sending and reading and typing
Demons in the evening, gnawing to get out, building up with every word
Demons in the morning, searching for demons, gaoling each word in summoning circle

Somewhere, there is a yearning to become demonless,
And so I seek the flame of life, and so I breathe the breathless air
So that I may burn and rend and plague.
And in my quest to exorcize each demon from my soul, and from their soul, and her soul, and your soul, and our soul
I become each demon felled.
And as I lust to tear pillars down, greedy to inhale the flames,
Desperate to hold the palace of fire, 
Gluttonous in our longing to issue sweet punishment,
I become legion.

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