Involuntary Doppelgänger

Dead lives rive

From my human hide

When the cult had come for me

I could have got away, but didn't

I couldn't be the one to cause this any longer

Had it been a day or a year inside this skin?

I could not tell, the faces I had captured over centuries took hold

I became a kind of hunter

Eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance

Taking their form with will alone

Alive and crawling out of me

To catch it's prey

Shed you foreign poison peltry

Take the rind you want

Seen to be a wicked omen

Despite attempts to hide my live birth mark

Crown of a dark demon tar

I'd taken back with me from the other side

There is no god

For if there was

Then how'd this evil take me?

It seeped and crawled it's way along my face

As mother wept

Stealing identities from every skin it sees

Growing with urgency

When he tried to cut it off

Many a time (To no avail)

It would take my livid father's manic features

Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son

Knowing that he could not end my life

He took his own

Mother mourned the death of him

And knew that many more would follow

If I didn't leave right then

Heading out into the woods

I promised I would never come back

I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become

Taking over adolescent tendencies

To feed

To hunt

To kill

To change

Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow

There is no time or end behind this epidermal prison

My thread of youth imprisoned

Tortured by immortal victims

I am the Involuntary Doppelgänger

I can not stop it, my skin is alive

All of the time I've spent inside it

I never thought it could be calling out to any other

Involuntary Doppelgänger

Had it grown bored of it's feed?

Or gained knowledge with time?

Whatever the change had been

I felt it emanating information

Had it tried to send a beacon

Warning them to stay away?

I heard the voices calling back

Involuntary Doppelgänger [x2]

One last face it had to acquire

Before it's caught

The menace cloak found her

Still alive and skinning bodies of her own

It appeared she had done the same as I

For all this time, to see her son again

And there I stood

The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize

She carved me like any other martyr of our curse

When the cult had breached our cabin

Taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgänger

Heading out into the woods

I promised I would never come back

I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become

Taking over adolescent tendencies

To feed

To hunt

To kill

To change

Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow

My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. can decipher

Void of bidding heading out a very inner wreathing

Of a demon with intent to animate and be gone

Human Murmuration

I was the first to discover what hid in those red windows.

The one I found there tried hard to survive.

A child riddled with teeth sprouting randomly

All over his body (except in his rotting mouth)

Was taken by us, to our lab.

Us meaning myself, as well as the assistants I had.

Instructing me of a mission through

A distant telepathic channel,

Running directly out from their compound and into my brain.

Referring to themselves as the A.U.M.

I was to bring the body back to my quarters

And await instruction.

Not an easy task, to transport it.

Strapping it down to a gurney I dragged it through the alley.

Unfortunate casualties noticed me.

Using any tools around at that time, to keep them quiet

An iron pipe. A broken bottle.

Or a jagged piece of brick or stone.

I should not continue to delineate this any longer.

At one point I had to fake my death

Until the witness made a close inquiry.

At that time I had to use the less effective

Weapons that were born onto me.

With old teeth and leather hands,

I took an ear and then an eye.

I focused force around their skull

To keep the m mute during attempts

To yell for aid, until they fell.

A.U.M. made it painfully clear, I was to bring the body back

Or I would be forced to witness the drop of black again.

I cannot begin to describe

The horror of viewing this maddening drop.

For the memory bleeds to deep into my own

That the mere thought alone starts to unravel

My frayed reality.

Giving way to it's ominous ability to shape

And adapt my thought and vision.

It is beginning to happen now.

I finally have the body safe inside.

After the abduction, after the viewing of the drip,

A building had been left to me by relatives

Across the ocean that it overlooked.

Or so I was told.

Often I try to recall

What endeavours I pursued previous to this,

Yet to no avail.

That part of my memory blurs in my mind

Like a fresh painted canvas left out in a thunderstorm.

I watch through my window as it melts.

Fading all the memories I kept,

Only A.U.M. here.

They are conducting human murmuration.

From the liquid in his bones

They raise the dead to fly together.

I circle with them in the shroud.

The winged ones and I.

Falling off their wind, I waken

With unworldly castings burned into my eyes.

Intermittent logic in a daze of violent hyper gliding.

They are conducting human murmurations.

From the liquid in his bones

They raise the dead to fly together.

I woke from my dream on the floor of the factory,

In a nest made of black feathers that were alive.

Somehow every hollow quill had filled up

With the rotting child's living marrow.

Each one serving as a needle to inject in each new body.

In this nest A.U.M. made it clear,

I was to bring more corpses back to life

Or be forced to witness the drop of black again.

Every night while in fever I've taken

A new pallet of bone to vein to infect and release.

Remote Tumour Seeker

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip.

Manipulating hemispheric dominance.

Educated by injecting neo neural integrators

Proved to work in making half the brain comply.

After activating vision it began the seeker killing.

A.U.M. documents the project

By implanting nano cameras in it's iris.

Live feed of the kills projects

On a massive screen of flesh behind a liquid

Looming black endless grotesque.

This drip, that invites itself.

Cautiously out from the ceilings center.

Elder than mankind's frail lineage.

Eating it's way down through my spine.

Replace and conquer.

Releasing it's ungodly ether into me.

Always keeping to one half and often having

A fetal-like tantrum under one eye;

Adding claim to my delusion of a living tumor growing in me.

It can look into you as you look into me looking for it.

Over riding half my body and my brain.

Though it came from me, it calls to you to come and cut it out.

Rapidly taking over my right hemisphere.

Allocating left to be the prey and right to be the hunter

Unknowingly, both documents for the A.U.M. [2x]

I share my eyes with the seeker,

Investigating endless mile.

His trail built of barren heads.

His boundless quest ensures he'll kill

Until he is the last one left.

I watch him grin, shake the hand of the victim

Then frantically ransack each one of their skulls.

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]

[Solo]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]

Remote tumor seeker [4x]

Relentless Mutation

Inhale.

No profits go to those who battle

To protect their kind from us.

And are they not better off

Beyond their mortal kingdom of overflown carrion?

Sate the acrid hunger in you as you gaze into the drip.

Stare into it's blackened film and do not take your eyes away.

The contents of our inverse alter

Will mutate your skin and your mind.

Breeding ample mental lucre,

Far exceeding any other oddity on this curetted old land.

Breathe in with your pupils.

Then expel the cadence that it gives you.

Cast your voice like line and hook,

Reeling out your deepest fears.

Inhale relentless mutation.

Eons rendered in one view.

Binding your sight to the evermore.

One second in it's void will evoke a phobia of time.

Inhale.

All the grim within each thought

Will echo all throughout the liquid.

It's current emanates repulsive imagery.

Ludic sanguine orb, heaving sable.

Incarnation of every witnesses hallucination

Raveling and breeding into it's hyper kinetic makeup.

Relentless mutation in the retinal burrow of A.U.M.

Relentless mutation of your mind.

Now describe what you see.

The Mimic Well

Before the sand around the well turned black,

There ran a water, clear. Forgiving. Serene.

Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path,

Up Earth, in wait of wither.

What should have killed the growth at birth did not.

In the rushing river soon

To mimic those who dare engage it.

A human host removes the brood

Without material merit for her three stillborn litter.

Swelling and pounding it's way out her orifice,

The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn.

The rivers thin surface, like porous blue fabric,

Absorbed the occurrence.

The fetuses carried below.

In the mimic well of siren triplets,

A crude onyx hatches.

In this tale of a godless odyssey.

The foreign force reflects the three dead born

Within its waters.

The mimic well of siren triplets

Feeds the spent young

That regrow inside it.

Filling, fueling. Nursing itself

Down the throats of the clones

Like a formula, living and black.

A maternal overseer

Training them to take the image of anyone.

Three augmenting in their pit.

A triad of ominous gestating replicates.

Born together, yet apart.

The fluid embedding itself in each one of them.

Allocating powers to each uniquely.

Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow.

Teething on the brick in the well,

Until growing human bodies,

Silken, ripe and captivating.

When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive,

The widow knew it came back not a man.

Slick black tar spits from

Their three young tempting apertures.

Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge

On the victim's appearance.

Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection.

Black engaging red,

On the furtive stage at the river's edge.

Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M.

They capture this display of the water born's

Insatiable shifting hunger.

Then project this feeding process infinitely,

From that moment,

On to all those who show a willingness to view it,

During their gaze into the drip.

The siren's feast,

In its pure and ancient state,

Carries on in timeless Kairos.

The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation,

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

The siren's feast,

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

Calamus Will Animate

Calamus

Taken to the pen to relive

Every identity we replicate

Without will they live again

Within our intimate collective

Animate

All the dead we bring into it

A burrow of human memory

The pen, the feather and the needle

Are alike in death and life

Looking back on what had happened

When the the feathers had arrived

I realize I was not alone

I can recall the men had got infected by it too

Having contact with the foreign components infected them

Before, the factory was known to make

The highest quality of bedding

Cutting, filling

Stitching fabric with the finest down

From all around the world

Yet this down flew through our dream barrier intact

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

When the ink coating the wings

Made contact with the workers skin

It crept into their blood

Turning them inhumanly violent

They grabbed and tore and bit and clawed

At one another and themselves

Gravity and death from loss of blood

Had no effect on any member of the crew

During their frantic battle to relief their bodies

From the ether lifting them into the air

Die then elevate

Fusing remnants of spent bodies

Weaving bones and organs

Into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling

The black sludge casting out from the center

As a starving bird of prey

I heard it's voice and felt it's need

To find the child made of teeth,

And begin the human murmuration

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

A.U.M

Watches these sky burials

Calamus will animate [2x]

The boy lay like a wet mound of dust on the rotting factory floor

I knew the black fluid hid itself in the deformed corpse of this child

Finally, after hours into cutting, lifting, pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping

I had found it

My crude autopsy revealed bounty

Nesting in replace of the marrow in the young ones bones

The second I saw it, it saw me

I knew it's face

Changing, relentlessly

It was the drip

I had it contained as instructed

Filling up many clusters of hypodermic needles with the matter

I administered it into a new subject each night

A new life

One with every full rotation of the clock

I've seen those hands meet, then disengage a thousand times

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

A.U.M allowed me to live off the organs once the people took flight

They do not keep me against my will, yet I refuse to run

Every day I climb the stairs outside this door

And view the horde of lifted dead

That they conduct behind the factory walls

I must hold on to the final tier of focus I still have

To scribe these happenings in hopes that someone

Will know what went on here

I can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight

Pounding air down on the floor board, just a plank's width above

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

A Dark Horizontal

The dark horizontal.

Ahead, a panting land approaches.

Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers

Mend the distant fraying seams

Of a violent waters restless bedding.

Panic indented in the floating web of wicked mental horrors.

Thought up by the crew's subconscious fears.

Come alive to haunt and drain us.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The wind is his repugnant voice

The air, his fouled breath.

A stench of salt of blood and rot.

The sky is his mouth, the stars his open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal.

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

Mountains unstable and hideous.

The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.

A.U.M. sent us to find and retrieve the artifact.

In the house of change,

Where the king came back

Through spontaneous regeneration.

Reliving Kairos in the king's hell.

Becoming the mimics from the triplets well.

Exhuming infinity to find a hand.

A child made out of teeth, feeding on blood and sand.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The air, his fouled breath.

A stench of salt, of blood and rot.

The sky, his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me

The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

A dark horizontal

Flooding the linear land with the sand of its own.

In the parallel dunes of its hourglass,

We are buried.

Mountains unstable and hideous.

The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.

Raised blades of land stab skyward through the oceans skin.

Storm winds true their edge to scalp the curve of earth.

Peeling off the rind, revealing a house made of living tissue.

Yelling out its mouth for me to regenerate, in it.

In dark horizontal.

Ahead, a panting land approaches

Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers

Mend the distant fraying seams.

Of a violent waters restless bedding.

In this house the disease of dream

Course in the veins and arteries of the walls.

Imagined infections thrive.

They blister and breed under the floor.

Their many roots are breaking through.

Saplings sprout and secure their place.

Growing into trunks of flesh and boil.

The pillars of man's deepest fears.

Enclosing me in a forest of unforgiving mental genesis.

I mold this house of clay bacterium.

Where I sculpt my own organ prison.

In this house beyond our time, this house at the end of the earth.

The artifacts resting place.

A dark horizontal fear, defying the linear

Lost in this storm and exhausted of options

I crawled to the bow of the boat and leaped off it.

The figure head came alive.

And it clawed and it grabbed at me.

Desperately wailing in agony.

Failing to capture my fall. Diving through the fog.

Through the grey and green.

My hands bound together as if in prayer.

I cut through the mesh of black liquid surrounding us.

Fighting against the live current of thousands of eyes and hands.

Miles I swam. Through skin and limb.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt of blood and rot.

The sky, his mouth, the stars, his open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw grinding for meat.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

Deathless Ringing

what was once born of this earth..

now returns not of this earth...

breath less

bodies arise compelled by a grim unworldly force

making host fresh blood to return to their domain

blood less

exhumed

feasting with vigor in our area of rule

vehemeth

plague manifest from this vision of future prelation

these beasts

not what once they where, mimic the prints of our kind with carnal detest

our cities engrossed in crepuscular massacre

putrid/ display of man/ never/ can they become

fueling an insatiable lust for normality

skinning one whimpering fragile face at a time

putrid/ display of man/ never/ can they become

deathless ringing

unforeseen, these replecants of vengeance, casting incessant horrors upon the innocent

to extinguish life in one horrendous instant

with what appear meek mortal hands they deconstruct..

skin and bone

remorseless detest for man

reign of dark reflect upon us

as/ they rise/ we fall/ before/ them

breathless

bodies arise compelled by a grim unworldly force

making host fresh blood to return to their domain

exhumed, feasting with vigor in our area of rule

vehemeth

plague manifest from this vision of future prelation

these beasts

not what once they where, mimic the prints of our kind with carnal detest

the epidemic was unleashed when exploring the trafficking of humans

to unknown dimensions through gateways on planet earth

the first kin of pure evil, born without guidance

now induces its feeding spree

staining the streets with our blood

Archspire

Man defies itself

Desecration of time and space ensues

Rising from beyond

Secreting dormant breathless bodies rising from our bleeding soil

Atrocities defying mortal's foundation of scientific probability under which we praise

Returning as the coexistent dead forms of the living subjects instantaneously transplaced

Captive in a dimension of torment to infinitely dwell upon the plateau of dead energy slaves

Hell it was deemed that which contained the lifeless versions of all things at any point conceived

Sadistic depictions of all forms of creation from every extension of molecular construction

Parade the deceptive lingering decrepit obscured contradictions of our cognitive creations

Indecent experimentations made flesh

Relentless pursuit of chaos

Enslaving our own kind

(Only those truly encased in their art experience life, this is mine.)

Consequences of endeavors

Altered by unseen forces

Limitless the Powers gained

By the soldiers who crossed over

To the scape of un dead

By harnessing with precision

The ringers attempt to transcend

Through there violent chaotic vision

Doppelgangers once discovered

Where held captive by researchers

Methods of interstellar travel

Where examined intricately

By an elite branch of psychic

Pawns of the military

In their remote hypnotic state

They tore apart the human subjects

--- outbursts controlled

Employed troops

To a sycophantic world

With blood now on their hands

They return from foreign lands

As enlightened super human beings

Of a secret psychic sect

Pursuing methods of serial chaos

To astrologically project

Arch spire

Abusing power. conflict ensues

A battle to rival the storms of creation

solvo validus navitas ignotus tenus omnis

(Release powerful energy unknown to all)

Neo morfic state

Eliminating plight

Neglect the sacred rights of the dead

(Let now this sound consume all senses within you)

All that is shall align

To end what we all know as time

all that proves sound in this world will be gone

Ascendance To The Summoning

Leave this earth behind

Ascend upon the skies

To fruition comes the plan mapped by the allied sect

To appose the ghosts of tongue

All breeds vow to protect

To relinquish atrocities made by once mortal men

The self-fulfilling profits of natural orders descent

We will hunt them find them kill them on earth air fire and sea

Are elements will be our weapons, sculpt the laws of each

Take to the skies

Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity

Strength encompassing

Ascendance to the summoning

Rise from earth

Conquer the live undead

Redeem our species

We are our elder's seeds

Transport in secrecy

Employ the recoil of all that is

Ancient burden not with pain those heroic that which ensue this conquest

Guide them unscorned through your righteous maze of burning stars

Follows now/ the internal/ process of /transportation to/ the collective assembly

Assurance of/ your return/ lay only/

----upon our full/ victory

First vanquish the repulsive pulse of fear that rots within

Release the mind release the flesh!!!

remove your eyes now

Sink your vision/ deep within/ your imploding mass/

What remains will follow

Cacophonic/ shrills leech/ the exhausted/

Dissipating breath out your throat into the air

The blood well/that lets/ from your/ ----

Dormant sockets hosts your soul

Let it billow/ from the fading/ flashes of your/ decomposing

Your self now filters up through the crimson mist

Of your empty shell. Become as light not seen

Yet to behold all sight without eye

To hear the echo of your banshee without the use of sound

All red encompassing/ not alone/ yet without the self

Threads of your past remain/ to engulf/ what now elevates

Thoughts form to you as skin/as beckons/ selfless destiny

A mockery of flesh/ serves now as/ your protective shield

The composition of your past/ frail recollect/protects you from awaiting / atmospheres/ alien to man

No longer are you human/ but a pure catalyst of man/

To join in the séance/ on the planet/ where the eldest lay

Arrive encrusted/ in the ash/ of your scalded live/on the Omni ancients/ infinite/ resting ground

Ghosts Of Silent Tongue

The root of the human animal sprout,

From the eroded soil, of all things past.

Left to carry, free of breath and blood,

Fixed on our benevolent past.

There is no escape, from the powers,

Fed by, primordial aggression,

Which beats so effortlessly,

Through the hearts of man.

Yet we suppress,

To carry without true existence,

Descend in to the vile.

Ridden of purpose,

As each nerve exhausts

Transcendence through infuriation

At its base form.

Without engrained tendencies,

We impede indecence,

From this we rise.

Free the violent mind,

This is nostalgia for our paleolithic rights.

Bleed out incompleteness,

Abolish the inner fiend through chaos.

Confide in innumerable worlds.

Bleed.

Rule the self by releasing the source of self.

Let the ancients rush through you,

Bleed out the false god eternal.

Delve in the uncertainty of our Earth.

Bleed out.

Will to conquer purity,

Calm and extremity,

Torch emotion.

Be your God.

Will to conquer purity,

Calm and extremity.

Violent enlightenment,

Violent path of the enlightened soul.

When compassion subsides the self will arise.

Detest thy mother who's name be our realm.

For she is the whore of the monotonous heaven.

We are the Ghosts of Silent Tongue.

Violent enlightenment,

Violent path of the enlightened soul.

Praise the accursed and defiled,

Exterminate belief,

Vent through torture,

True self rise,

Be your God.

Scatter thy entrails before the savage beast,

Sacrifice the weakness of man,

Scatter our mortal burden,

Upon the scorched oceans of black.

Never shall thy fast from such innards,

Smother these offerings with the still-racing mind of your infant within.

Once placed upon this altar,

Thou are destined to become,

Thou are destined to truly live.

Free is the soul accustomed to the onyx,

Yet with all light withdrawn,

Illuminate the chasm of all things beyond.

Dwell not in the lifeless before you,

For thou has removed the place of it's former confinement.

At one with this truth we are enlightened,

At one with this truth we are enlightened by violent mankind.

Ancient Of Ancients

The Great galactic assembly congregate upon the plains long before the time of man,

Where the species of all worlds collide in prayer in sacrifice,

Where the altar fires burn infinite,

They halt their feuds, and unite for the better of all creation.

For the all-knowing, all-seeing one,

To cast his vast, luminous and terrible rays across unfathomed myriads of worlds,

Altar fires burn infinite,

Come forth to free us all,

Oh great storm of elements.

[2x]

The concealed of the concealed ones,

The eternal of eternal ones,

The mystery of mysteries,

Upon your throne of flaming light,

The entity of entities,

The eldest of the aged ones,

The knowing of all unknowable,

Reach out to our hundred thousand worlds.

We await your return, when all shall align,

Through divine right, we embrace in whole,

The nature of your cosmic delineation.

The ancient of ancients,

Great storm of elements.

Awake the spiritually dead,

Into ever-lasting life,

Rise from the deepest, darkest bowers,

Of our universe.

Supreme one awake,

From your slumber,

To free the dead,

Limbiotic which haunt vacantly the planet of lost souls.

Let your serpent never mingle*,

Lest confusion exist within you,

Radiate across our skies,

To bring purity to the just and unjust of all beings.

[2x]

The concealed of the concealed ones,

The eternal of eternal ones,

The mystery of mysteries,

Upon your throne of flaming light,

The entity of entities,

The eldest of the aged ones,

The knowing of all unknowable,

Reach out to our hundred thousand worlds.

Come forth.

Engrossed below the alien monolith,

We witness opposing forces devour planets,

We suspend belief until your resurgence, father of time abolished.

Come forth ancient, arise,

To free the dead souls of our tribes.

Rapid Elemental Dissolve

In an age of dark and boundless riddle

An artifact of reflective glass was discovered

And brought to a King of eld, encroaching irreversible decrepitude,

During a laborious search for any and all demented fruits,

Bearing any unknown wonder or remedy for timely death,

Above or below the broad aberrant land that which he ruled over.

Then uncertain of its hidden wisdom,

The artifact was unearthed,

And with haste, taken to the kingdom

Where it gained control.

The glass proved to be most abnormal,

Even more so then where it was first found.

For this living mirror was discovered nesting

Deep within the dank dark bowels of an ancient well,

Below an army's worth of old boiling blood.

Entrenched amidst a windy maddening maze of sand dunes,

In the great blistering dead black desert.

As the king received this treasure from the netherworld,

Immediately he could sense

The power that it held was not from earth.

Reflecting with imperfection as if it was imitating.

First only what stood before it,

Then whomever it desired.

Yes - it had desire.

It would cast the king with obsessive reprise,

For this was a mimic, not a mirror.

The glass was very much alive.

Becoming of many as each reflection came to life.

The dilated pupil of the mirror started dripping liquid.

Leeching out from its maternal well was the first duplication.

Tearing through its keeper,

Fiercely ripping out the retinal membrane.

Born ripe in slime,

Summoned from its slumber with inherent malice for man.

Cloaked in black embryonic fluid from an ominous cosmic womb.

Hypnotized in awe and wonder

As one by one, they crossed over.

Replicants from beyond.

Blood lust...

As the deathless ringers arose.

The artifact grew roots,

Planting itself into the castle's centre.

Burrowing its living venom deep into our planet's core.

Drilling the portal into oblivion.

Birthing spawns from evermore.

Mutations from parallel dimensions,

Then conspired against the King.

When his six reflections had crossed over

Their transfer linked the realms together.

Creating a chain of worlds

That although remain separate,

Share a new born centre.

The centre of this link is the endless pit into oblivion.

The infinite and non-linear chamber of Kairos.

The King was bound and cast into this pit

By his evil duplicates.

The infinite hells created by his deepest fears,

Torment him endlessly in a moment of frozen time.

Sacrifices to the pit were necessary

To restore the rightful order,

Ending the King's reign.

Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.

Six, seven and nine.

We are the six, with you we are seven.

The artifact and the portal make nine.

This revelation of sacred numerology

Is the key to unlock a life without time

When these numbers align then the gates will open.

Sixes, sevens and nines.

Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.

Seven crowns...

Into oblivion.

All Shall Align

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