My poem of Katulklah & abaddon
“As I shore in the ancient,
Hidden desert of Damnation and rot
As I was shined by the adversary of the blacked light
Of the sun of darkness
I walk into the realm of destruction I see dry blood,
in the Ash desert and broken bones as trees
As I walk through my very destruction,
I fall into my knee first knowning my torment then ,
I breath in and remind my self of my very own immortality,
as now my soul passes out from my metaphorical body into new incarnations as I am embracing the very destruction of myself,
while knowing I cannot be destroyed but I control over it then I get up
Into my feet with no resistince to my Damnation,
I pass through the torment then,
the angel of destruction appears it is abaddon that gives me,
the key he chants with a sinister grin,
“you passed through it, you are worthy”
He gives me the key to all power as I resisted and,
passed through all death and destruction I set all things into a lake of fire,
and burn without a regret
All existence has shattered as I destroyed everything and ,
now I am creating anew, now the existence is numb and black nothing,
to see not hear its not the end and u its not peaceful
I create and rise from my ashes as the very living,
monoatonous god that I desire to be I create my infernal empire my kingship,
and godhood from the ashes soldifyied but not done perfect,
, for now till the next destruction
As I am been pulled by the very abyss I find my power,
a limitless power then all gods hear me and say,
"you are a worthy one rise from the gates!
The angel of the abyss greets me with a very own throne and speak my name.
Then the abyss yawns and I rise to my becoming.”
