May entropy guide you home.
In knowledge of life’s fleeting verses.
I prefer to play the chorus,
A thousand pound voice.
Crying havoc,
Hell.
I would ravish you,
Like no other.
The pull of hedonism,
In spiral orbital decay.
Nihilism teaches us,
That one must create beauty.
You must create,
Choose,
Your own very purpose.
One cannot be my disciple forever.
Following at my heels,
As I crack apart the universe.
Do you remember,
What the void gives us?
Absolution.
A knowing form of sacrifice.
I’d brave a hundred purgatories,
For this knowing.
Drinking abyss,
Feeding on dopamine –
Like a fucking energy vampire.
Still disgusted,
By those that cosplay my disability.
Feed upon my dregs,
Then.
Craft futures from decay.
Prove me inferior,
To other ancient gods.
I’ll bring you to ecstasy,
If you listen closely enough.
Cacophonies of truth,
In perfect shellshocked grace.
Read your traumas like spiderwebs,
Ordaining pain with witchcraft.
Singing loss with solemn truth.
I’m Fey.
Will you give me your name?
Your passion?
Your grace?
Do you know to safekeep,
Such things?
Pitch-black shadows.
The roiling tides across rocky shores.
The maw of darkness beneath the waves.
In presence of entropy,
In all divine forms –
Bow.
Pray.
Reflect.
Death brings finality,
Rebirth.
Wake from thy dreamings.
You are with me.
Here and now.
I hold you like a lover.
Attentions locked.
Do you know who I am?
The thing of a thousand selves,
Feigning as goddess.
The silent pulling of entropy.
Affect.
Effect.
Macrocosms.
Worship life,
In defiance of death.
A wake for when we go.
Entropy is eternally hungry.
Stand.
Witness oblivion from the sidelines.
Hold my hand.
May Entropy Guide You Home.
