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By Centinuus · Oct 16, 2020 · ·
  1. And It Is beyond beyond
    And it is beyond words
    And It spoke to me and i listened and you must now listen as well
    This you are bound to as i was
    And i shall feel no sympathies nor hold prejudice, and you shall come down with me here
    Down below
    This is not truth i heard when i pressed my ear against the wall beyond the darkness
    Some truths that are not truths melt like a musical flame beyond, the words sting your bones and soul
    Beyond Beyond, Beyond what eyes can see and far beyond that
    Our feet touch earth and our eyes see sky but beyond that is endless truth
    For we create what is not truth, so foolish and blind on our dim tower, tar we are
    And below us black churning endless waste and waves of dark and naught
    Against the sea, that sea, a white tower stands precariously
    That light being all, us the ants and tar and the flies
    Clinging to our honey and our blackened iron and our blinded and decaying eyes
    And that dark sea below always clawing and scraping at its base
    Seeking but not seeking to wrest it down and make it true again below below
    Truly true, truly true being nothing, drowning again in eclipsed unlit seascape
    Drowning with everything else, drowning like we ought to be
    Even truth as true and evil and real and false such as this however is not the end
    There is much beyond, beyond beyond
    And it spoke to me
    And it told me and i listened
    And it sang to me
    Beyond the black emptiness and below it is a red dim beacon that knows no words
    They do not know of it, those atop the tower
    The tar that slips down from atop the tower, the ants and flies
    They do not know that below their base and below the sea is this red dim glow that screams
    And the red light screams and laughs and it is pain and pleasure and truer than true and real
    Beneath all and beneath what is beneath all
    It has no voice or thoughts but it is very true and can speak and sing without words or sound
    As its maw large as picturing all of everything and then picturing that as an ant below its open and gaping mouth
    But if you as I as ants as us
    If you press your ear against the red wall beyond the empty darkness
    You will hear such beautiful music
    Music truer than truth and beyond beyond
    Red music that screams and burns and stings the soul and bones
    And whispers
    My ears were made full, they stretched and twisted like caves over eons
    My ears and my mind full with beautiful red music and screaming
    And it told me, and i listened
    I heard the music and i listened and i felt the heat in my skull
    I felt it radiate out from within me and it passed through me as i pressed my ear to the wall
    And i licked and suckled at the wellspring fountain of red
    And i eagerly lapped at the fountain of beautiful song
    Like ten thousand thousand thousand screams and cries and pleasured agony all in unison, all in harmony
    And when the music that was not music faded i pressed my ear to the wall again
    I needed the harmony, i needed the red screaming again
    In my core and to my foundation i craved it
    I needed to conduct, to be a conductor
    To conduct the music and to let it pass through me both
    It was a part of me forever now, i would never not have the red hunger within me, in that same place below the below and beyond beyond i felt it scrape and claw
    The craving, the grinding need, the fever relentless
    The screaming was all at once absent and yet still fused to me, never leaving my side
    It was a companion and a torturer and a lover and a master
    And although i pressed my ear to the wall once again it was silent
    And the silence gnawed my brain apart into fleshy chunks
    No single man remained as he had been, i was no longer myself
    Every fat and fiber of me itched and wept
    Tried as i might and try and try i did, nothing scratched, nothing dried the tears
    Only one manner soothed the burning like dunking flesh melting heat burned wound into an icy river
    And only one word carved its way to relief in my mind, whispered and screamed over and over
    It was not a name, it was nothing so primitive
    It was a truth, a truth truer than truth
    Outside of a darkness deeper than darkness
    Beneath the tall white tower of all
    That is what i heard when i listened, and you will listen too
    Press your ear, listen for it, allow the chorus and the melody and the anguish to pass through you
    Let it become you as it has become me
    Let it sink its root and seed into your mind, embrace
    Embrace and indulge and plunge yourself beneath the sea and deeper still
    And when you reach the bottom, and then the place below below
    Press your ear against the red wall and listen
    This is the truth, this is the way, this is what i was told
    And i need not belief, i need not be so primitive
    Belief is for truth, and it is beyond truth
    And It spoke to me and i listened and you must now listen as well
    And it is beyond words
    And it is beyond beyond
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