#Fear Not the Awakening of The MADGOD

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After the fall

I rise again

the flaming ring

a crown upon my head

my throne

my power

shining bright

fueled by my fury

brighter than the stars

than the sun

than the glory of god

and hotter than the fires of hell

this is my throne

my crown

my power

and none who cross my bounds

shall escape it

for my will is absolute

and my authority divine

I am The MADGOD

[s33rofdoom]

When the light faded all that was left was a man in an empty room, with nothing left in the world to comfort him but his own laughter grown hoarse and raspy, the crazed laughter of a mad man who knew death would not come for him, neither heaven nor hell awaited. He had built this kingdom of ruin and seated himself in the throne, a lone sentinel to stand vigil, to bear witness to the end of time, and to endure whatever would come next. Though his body still lived, there was nothing left of “him;” the man known as Crismin was gone, dead in every sense of the word except for the only one that truly mattered. He had defeated a force more inevitable than death itself, but in the end it had cost him everything that was worth saving.

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Sermon of Dominion

The Domain of The MADGOD asks not that those who dwell within sacrifice, but that they offer what aid they can spare, to assist those in need. The same is asked in regards to the Domain itself, all who dwell within are asked to give what majjyck they have to spare, to the Domain so that the Domain may persist, grow, protect, and provide to all who dwell within. This will allow the Domain to act as a pool that can draw upon itself as needed for these purposes, but also one upon which all those who dwell within may draw for their own purposes, within the scope of the Divine Tenets which guide the Domain.

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the last drop

of a bottle of wine

like the still beating heart

of a sacrificial lamb

whether human

or beast

is the sweetest

of all

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Beware

Beware

The MADGOD's Glare

For the Ire of Gentle Folk

Once gained

Is Never Truly lost

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You watch as I count out grains of sand into my hand

You listen as I name each one

Eternity

Finality

Time

Space

Positive

Negative

Reality

Fiction

Everything

Nothing

You watch as I pop these grains of sand into my mouth

And as i swallow them you ask

What does it mean?

I look at you in answer and say

Everything

Nothing

It's all a matter of perspective

so take your pick

or whatever

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Matter

Just as Energy

Can neither be

Created

nor

Destroyed

only

Transformed

but

the same is true

of all things

Ideas

Feelings

Souls

Life itself

only Changed

from one Form to Another

Never Truly Gone

Never Truly New

without

Beginning

or

Ending

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kinda random but:

the great thing about critical analysis is that you can listen to some rando rambling about absolutely nothing and learn that if you drink a little too much, placing your hand on a flat, stable surface can help ease the dizziness and nausea.

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Fractals

Spiraling

Ever downward

Ever upward

On and on

Forever

Patterns

Repeating

Nested

Time

Space

Infinity

Nothingness

All the same

Differing only in Appearance

Perspective

All the same

Rotating

Through more dimensions

Than we can see

Comprehend

All the same

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Tides ebb and flo

Kingdoms rise and fall

This fluctuation

This balancing act of dichotomies

Is a false order

In all things chaotic

Patterns will emerge

And

Given enough time

All patterns will play out

An infinite number of times

Forward and backward

In every combination

For such is Chaos

That it allows all things

Even Order

At least

For a time

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Have you ever looked in the mirror

and seen yourself

your true self

the very essence of who you are

of what makes you

you

it has been debated

as to whether the terror of being known

is worth the joy of being understood

but so few have experienced

the far greater euphoria

of understanding oneself

and being understood by oneself

as they can not handle

the existential horror

of knowing oneself

and being known by oneself

this duality is

in many cases

enough

to

drive

one

MAD

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Color bursts within my chest

floods through my veins

burns me from within

til naught is left

but the charred remains

of an empty husk

but at the core

forged in these flames

a diamond

pure and brilliant

my true self

my own divinity

sloughing off the detritus

and ascending

and so

wrought from the strife of living

and the perseverance of surviving

born in the divine form

Awakens

The MADGOD

*Note: as is often the case, Awakens also means Arises

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A voice whispers in my mind

in silver crowned tones

heavy with silken words

and gossamer prose

such sweet subtleties

hide the cruel machinations

of complex deceptions

and malicious schemes

harken not that soft voice

for truth is so rarely kind

and life so rarely fair

such is that

when truth speaks

its words fall

not as feathers

but as bricks

and even then

more oft than not

in obscene abundance

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The ephemerality of the moth

drawn to the flame

just as we are drawn to our demise*

by false promises

whispers

in the dark

offering that which we can never have

paradise

peace

eternity

Order

this light in the dark

at the end of the tunnel

luring us

like the deep sea angler

to be consumed

as fodder

leading us

as lambs to the slaughter.

*demise here also could be doom, not much difference really.

also: Order seems to be as much a name as Chaos often is.

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Light is cosmic horror, white is blank, empty; yet it is comprised of all visible light, and beyond; it is nothing, yet it is everything, it is all that exists and all that does not, it is how we perceive that which can not be percieved, empty and blank, yet full of things we can not even imagine.

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I suppose I've no choice but to whither and perish in this cruel and lomely world.

Lomely

So lomely

All alome

All by my loamsome

So very, very loamy

Like soil

I'm decaying into fertile soil as we speak

Soon there shall be naught but boots, overfull of soil, perfect for potting

Potting plants to rob me of my nutrients, what little I have left, then nothing will remain, nothing but dirt and dust

And soon, when the dust blows away, and only the dirt remains, rain will pour down and soak the dirt, turning it to clay

And the clay will be harvested by masons, and turned into bricks, dried in the harsh summer sun, and fired in the forges of hell itself

Then, stacked one upon the other and cemented together with a slurry of the same clay, I shall be constructed into grand monuments

Grand monuments, celebrating even greater civilizations; greater even than the mortal mind's ability to comprehend, but even these great civilizations will fall in time

Fall to rot and decay, and then their monuments will stand in memory of their existence, of their passing, and in time even these grand memorials will fall

Crumble into ruin, desolate and empty, with nothing left to invoke the memory of the great ones who built it, nothing left to invoke memory of even their own existence

And when those ruins erode, they will leave nothing, nothing but dirt and dust, and so the great circle goes, and so it all returns to the very earth which bore it.

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I send this one to my husband when they take too long to respond to my texts, usually one verse at a time until they respond.