Anathema

Theology I can bring myself to study no more

I long to take nature to my heart

That nature before whose depth

The faint-hearted theologian shrinks back

And with nature man, man in his entire quality

The thing itself is all there is

Beholding itself in sentient glee

In its vast and baffling windings

Containing all infinity

Nihilissimus

Manifold nothing, the purging of the damned

Even the leptons have been conquered, conquered by decay

Yet here I am

I sink, therefore I am

For a given value of "I"

And a given value of "am"

A boundless light expands, creating

A flame, to burn the castles in the sky

Go chase your clouds, only shrouds are waiting

I stay below to watch things grow

As do I

Nothing is for anything else

Nothing is anything else

Actually, nothing is

"To be" is a lie

A blasphemy against the very heart of existence

And the engine of entropy, implying stasis, immutability

Should be believable, or even conceivable

A boundless light expands, creating

A flame to burn the castles in the sky

Go chase your clouds, only shrouds are waiting

I stay below to watch things grow

As do I

In the beginning, there was heat exchange

And that's all there will ever be, until heat dies

At the end of all things

From tiny discrepancies in homogeneity, sprang unbelievably

Absolutely everything there is to see

A boundless light expands, creating (ah)

A flame to burn the castles in the sky

What more gargantuan mystery

Can you demand, seriously, than the sheer existence of existence

Gracing every level of infinity

What could possibly transcend

This world too big to comprehend

What else is the universe

Than self-contained divinity

The thing itself is all there is

Beholding itself in sentient glee

In its vast and baffling windings

Containing all infinity

What god do you think to find

Beyond a cosmos with no outside

Why is everything not enough for you

Why concoct more poison

For the already blind

Don't worship me

Unless you worship everything

Don't reject me

Unless you reject everything

Don't worship God

We burn that bridge when we get to it

And least of all

Worship yourself

Alone I stand

On a mountain of dead selves

Everything to gain

Everywhere to go

Barely worthy of this dirt that holds me up

This most exalted Below

Phenomenal complexity wherever you look, literally

Crushing sublime buds of truth underfoot in myriads

With every bumbling step

Spare me these laughable fantasies

Inane projections of wannabes

That exceed the infamy

Of denying the true size of reality

Presumptuous claims of ownership

Of randomly made-up divinity

You still dare to stand there like a boil oozing atter

In between me and the cosmos that bore me

Spraying your vacuous lies over matter

Over all I hold, dear, please, just ignore me

As you force me to forever ignore you

I and this Great Beast which you so despise are one

Adore me, abhor me, doesn't matter

Just please move a little out of my sun

All we could possibly need

Has always already been there

It's so mind-bogglingly simple

That it's obviously beyond us

Don't need your judgement, not your blessing

Your heaven's so small and full of despair

Salvation beckons, bland and depressing

A charade of vain and hollow lies, your prayers

Anathema awakening

It's the twilight of the charlatans

Its demented feckless courtesans

Still screaming as they walk off the cliff

Anathema awakening

It's the twilight of the charlatans

This I know, in the afterglow of a cremated paradigm

When cleansed of godly grime, what's left isn't much (ah)

But more than enough to the clairvoyant mind

To merge free and sublime with the erratic beautiful pulse

That's creating all space and time

Those phantom "they" you always forced to bear the blame of the world

I'll be them forever while rabid prophets froth and revel in lies

The ties through soul and flesh shall sever

Where fake messiahs spawn the Devil

I shall rise

For I am He forever

Forever

Forever

Forever

Forever

Forever