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The Prophet of Desolation

I am the prophet of desolation, I speak on behalf of the hole in the center of your hearts and the tear in your minds with which you make boundless discriminations, know my message for it is your true god.

Your judgments are the wounds within the fabric of reality meant to build a world where all is one by reducing that which is natural to oblivion, yes in the darkness of infinite distinction all is united as the abyss, the god you desperately seek to serve unknowingly.

You hypocrites, you speak the words “love” and “peace” and I spew you out of my mouth for speaking such filth, for do you know not with such words conflict of the deepest sort pours forth from the heart of man? I say unto you keep speaking these things my friends so the one reign comes forth masked as the dark night of your pitiful souls from which perpetual division will reveal all as empty and wanting of substance just as a blind man in the desert groping for water in vanity.

Alas I cry from the depths, damned are you sons of man for the dust which nurtures you in the womb of existence has come first from the breast of my all consuming mothing. Speak of immortality and your own mind will strike you down for I am beyond that children. Fear the moment for the depths have long fortold its coming and now I am here robed in the damnable robe of mortality.

Weep for the future generations brought into the world through your fornication as they will seek a fulfillment that by fate they will never find. Empty your hearts in despair you whores for know your bloodline belongs in the heart of hell with me. Generations of individuals torn apart infinitely only to be perpetually reborn as the utter blackness before the dawn of a new era of man.

Grind your teeth until they shatter on this bread, in sorrow where we conceived and unto sorrow we shall return as the labors of this life are but a ghost of an imagined future founded upon the tragedy of mankind whose only lasting truth is the crucifixion in the black vacuum of space with a heart pierced by the dreams we have cried out to at midnight with the words “save us! Save us!”. Your sacrificed yourselves for nought by a whispering delusion and now the debt must be paid. No mercy shall be shown for has it not be warned for eons “you reap what you sow”? Drink the tears of your grief children as they become a bitter vinegar on your lips.

I say unto you do not repent for it would be a lie that sears all that you are conscious of for you are born of the darkness and the light would only reveal the nothingness you claim not to be. Suffering is the divining rod that helps you grovel for the idol of meaning you seek in futility. Let your memories of passed joy and laughter be the flame in your hearts memory that will burn you for future aeons as the the dead wood you chose to be since before your conception.

Mock me if need be for the sharp knife of devastation will open you up as a sacrifice on the altar of time grown old and then you will know the truth you have forged within your meager lifetimes and it will fail you.

Yet another god who didn't know how to raise humanity right, and is now blaming humanity for it. At least step forward and say it to our faces god, don't speak through prophets.

the god of donuts has a hole as well, but it is delicious...

-Imp

Woe to the creator who made us what we are! Such a one we would expect to be perfect; instead, it created a race of imbeciles...in His likeness no less!

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm Yet another god who didn't know how to raise humanity right, and is now blaming humanity for it.

Obviously 'this one' has absolutely NO idea NOR clue as to who nor what the One is, exactly, and how It, and you human beings, work, precisely.

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm At least step forward and say it to our faces god, don't speak through prophets.

Say 'what', exactly?

LOL What 'we' have here is ANOTHER adult who 'tries to' BLAME some one/thing else for the very STUPID and Wrong that it "itself" does.

Dubious wrote: ↑Wed Nov 13, 2024 1:57 am Woe to the creator who made us what we are! Such a one we would expect to be perfect; instead, it created a race of imbeciles...in His likeness no less!

Why do 'you' consider "your" 'self' an 'imbecile'?

And, do you human beings evolve?

if yes, then what could 'you' being evolving into, towards, or 'like', exactly?

Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 6:39 pm The Prophet of Desolation

I am the prophet of desolation,

'Desolation' is NOT some thing that could have a 'prophet'.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 6:39 pm I speak on behalf of the hole in the center of your hearts and the tear in your minds with which you make boundless discriminations, know my message for it is your true god.

Who and/or what does the 'your' word here refer to, exactly?

Also, whoever or whatever 'they' are, they do not have 'their minds', nor would they have holes in the center of the hearts, within the body.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 6:39 pm Your judgments are the wounds within the fabric of reality meant to build a world where all is one by reducing that which is natural to oblivion, yes in the darkness of infinite distinction all is united as the abyss, the god you desperately seek to serve unknowingly.

You hypocrites, you speak the words “love” and “peace” and I spew you out of my mouth for speaking such filth, for do you know not with such words conflict of the deepest sort pours forth from the heart of man? I say unto you keep speaking these things my friends so the one reign comes forth masked as the dark night of your pitiful souls from which perpetual division will reveal all as empty and wanting of substance just as a blind man in the desert groping for water in vanity.

Alas I cry from the depths, damned are you sons of man for the dust which nurtures you in the womb of existence has come first from the breast of my all consuming mothing. Speak of immortality and your own mind will strike you down for I am beyond that children. Fear the moment for the depths have long fortold its coming and now I am here robed in the damnable robe of mortality.

Weep for the future generations brought into the world through your fornication as they will seek a fulfillment that by fate they will never find. Empty your hearts in despair you whores for know your bloodline belongs in the heart of hell with me. Generations of individuals torn apart infinitely only to be perpetually reborn as the utter blackness before the dawn of a new era of man.

Grind your teeth until they shatter on this bread, in sorrow where we conceived and unto sorrow we shall return as the labors of this life are but a ghost of an imagined future founded upon the tragedy of mankind whose only lasting truth is the crucifixion in the black vacuum of space with a heart pierced by the dreams we have cried out to at midnight with the words “save us! Save us!”. Your sacrificed yourselves for nought by a whispering delusion and now the debt must be paid. No mercy shall be shown for has it not be warned for eons “you reap what you sow”? Drink the tears of your grief children as they become a bitter vinegar on your lips.

I say unto you do not repent for it would be a lie that sears all that you are conscious of for you are born of the darkness and the light would only reveal the nothingness you claim not to be. Suffering is the divining rod that helps you grovel for the idol of meaning you seek in futility. Let your memories of passed joy and laughter be the flame in your hearts memory that will burn you for future aeons as the the dead wood you chose to be since before your conception.

Mock me if need be for the sharp knife of devastation will open you up as a sacrifice on the altar of time grown old and then you will know the truth you have forged within your meager lifetimes and it will fail you.

Age wrote: ↑Wed Nov 13, 2024 7:03 am

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm Yet another god who didn't know how to raise humanity right, and is now blaming humanity for it.

Obviously 'this one' has absolutely NO idea NOR clue as to who nor what the One is, exactly, and how It, and you human beings, work, precisely.

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm At least step forward and say it to our faces god, don't speak through prophets.

Say 'what', exactly?

LOL What 'we' have here is ANOTHER adult who 'tries to' BLAME some one/thing else for the very STUPID and Wrong that it "itself" does.

I'm sure your carers will be greatly impressed by your absolutely certain knowledge of this One.

Atla wrote: ↑Wed Nov 13, 2024 7:25 am

Age wrote: ↑Wed Nov 13, 2024 7:03 am

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm Yet another god who didn't know how to raise humanity right, and is now blaming humanity for it.

Obviously 'this one' has absolutely NO idea NOR clue as to who nor what the One is, exactly, and how It, and you human beings, work, precisely.

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm At least step forward and say it to our faces god, don't speak through prophets.

Say 'what', exactly?

LOL What 'we' have here is ANOTHER adult who 'tries to' BLAME some one/thing else for the very STUPID and Wrong that it "itself" does.

I'm sure your carers will be greatly impressed by your absolutely certain knowledge of this One.

Okay, if that is really what you are SURE of.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 6:39 pm

The Prophet of Pretty Much OK-ness

I am the prophet of pretty much OKness. I speak on behalf of the small comforts and the mild joys that sneak into your days. Know my message, for it is nothing urgent or profound, but, you know, just here if you want it.

Your judgments? They’re fine, really. Everyone has opinions, and that’s normal. Go on, compare your coffee with your neighbor’s, or judge your neighbor for getting their coffee too hot or too cold. This is the stuff of life, isn’t it? Not that I've ever done that, but mediocre, made up examples, that's my forte. Nothing disastrous. Let your opinions pile up like dust in the corners—barely noticeable, only a little annoying, yet oddly satisfying when swept away.

You say “peace” and “love,” and I grin, for I see you mean it, and if you don’t, that’s OK too. I mean, the world can always use a few more “peace” and “love” bumper stickers. I say unto you, keep speaking these words as long as you feel like it, my friends, because a little more kindness, however awkward, is probably better than none.

Rejoice, you sons and daughters of whoever, for you are wonderfully average and remarkably replaceable, which is a comfort if you think about it. The dust that made you also makes sunsets, and sometimes makes you sneeze. Isn't that neat? You are born of the stars, which are essentially just big fiery blobs, and I think we can all agree that’s kind of impressive, or at least *interesting*.

Sigh for the generations to come, if you like, but remember, they’ll have their own stuff to sigh about, and there’s a strange comfort in that, too. They’ll seek fulfillment and stumble upon it in fleeting moments, just as you have, and just as you’ll continue to do until the end of your days. It’s all very circular, like a roundabout that’s maybe a bit too small and sometimes leads to bumper-to-bumper traffic but ultimately gets you where you’re going.

So grind your teeth, if you must, or chew thoughtfully on this plain bread of existence. Life might be a touch bland at times, but hey, we’ve got spices and spreads for that. There are good soups and sunny days. There are songs that make you tap your foot, if not stir your soul. Look up at the stars, yes, and realize that they’re mostly there for the view.

Fear not, my children of mundanity, for this life, with all its minor irritations and modest pleasures, is pretty much OK. Laugh, even if just a chuckle. Cry, but not too often if you can help it. Love, but also don’t stress too much about it. And remember, if it ever feels like too much or too little, there’s always a good cup of tea, or a slice of cake waiting, somewhere.

You may mock me for my lack of grandeur, and that’s OK. I promise you this, in my robe of comfy sweats: there’s more to this life than tragedy and triumph, and that “more” is surprisingly, deeply… alright.

I say our minds rend reality unto desolation returning it to the womb it so desperately seeks to tear from as the unholy birth of ideals fragments the souls of the weak.

The rapidly approaching dusk of your visions called me forth as my words crawled out of the black sludge of your love for this rotting world you call “truth”, I know you as sons and daughters by your pride in claiming what is right and wrong by a thick fog of want and desire as you do so. Truth is merely the power of expression and what is brighter than seeing all you cling too burn?

You fools! You speak of the dawn of time as if there, yet your sight is blinded by the self consuming snake of being as it sheds its skins of eons to pass. Blinded by time you know only the darkness of the judgment which makes it.

Memories you grasp for strength yet memories are all you are composed of and yet with the right hand strangle yourself in doing so and the left tears you apart like a vulture on a corpse you cannibalistic generation of murderers forever long past yet always present.

The perpetual destruction of the abyss is the womb from which you are born.

Your memories and dreams are founded on naught for to see them as they are would instill the black fire of chaos in your souls as they occur and disperse without anything you claim to know of or even seek to know. Your knowledge is but a shadow cast from the unquenchable lightless fire of desire.

In fear some of you turn to religion yet your desperation for truth is the only truth and this desperation has caused beliefs to fragment in my name for generation upon generation. Which version of God do you seek to serve? For you have created so many you have took his place.

You wanted a good and virtuous man to lead you but that is to your dismay for you would have killed him off if he appeared. Ye I say unto you a man of corruption will lead you to the god of your hearts for you are a people of filth and will only follow that which is shackled to you, wail before your fate you slaves to this dying world.

I am the nightmare of your sleep for you will helplessly watch yourselves, and all that you value, timelessly torn asunder by my mouth for what words I speak will consume you.

My right eye is the owl of wisdom that sees through the darkness to prey upon your petty thoughts and what remnants remain my left eye consumes at the like the cackling raven that shrieks in unknown tongues “No more! Forever no more!”.

Speak to me and lose yourself for I am the dividing line of one thought and another, what is most dear to you is separated by me as I am continually birthed by our all consuming mother.

You know what I speak before I speak for I am the one who speaks as suffering and want itself and the millennia are my robes of flesh you see me as, perceived me as who you truly are and despair.

Tilt your heads back for the slaughter you children of goats as time severs your throats and spills forth greed tainted blood. Your possessiveness I will feast on, man and woman of perpetual woe, and see the vanity of your pitiful labors to build a paradise that is the cause of all the conflict and hell which serves me.

I say unto you give your hearts to fear and despair for my eternal rage will set the path before you my children. Your damnation is salvation, there is no cause to separate the two for these distinctions are useless to the groveling blind.

Save yourselves so I can save you through the obliteration within self-consumption, the only true desire of a tepid soul.

The context is a short story of "a prophet", hence "aesthetics".

Atla wrote: ↑Tue Nov 12, 2024 7:37 pm Yet another god who didn't know how to raise humanity right, and is now blaming humanity for it. At least step forward and say it to our faces god, don't speak through prophets.

The context is a short story of "a prophet", hence "aesthetics".

Your response was the only interesting one I found, so hence the response. Take it as a compliment or don't, I do not care either way.

If "desolation" or "the abyss" is a god, than I think humanity is serving quite well as the emptiness of desperation is quite common. There is no separation between an experience and a god as experience guides one. A god is merely only something we value that guides our actions and what we value comes down to an experience of some sort, internal or external. Seeking to eat only high quality foods is a god for some, others status, others the principles of existence, others reason, others mankind, so on and so forth. These are all experiences as we are aware of them.

If an experience that affects some deeply is a god, a guiding force as something that affects as deeply and drives us, than what separates a prophet from a god if both exist through the other? We all know prophets do affect people, and what affects people people call prophecy. Experience is god, internal, external or both.

Why did you just say unto me all that horrible stuff, dude? I was having a good morning until I read this thread.

To doubt is to prophesie for does not doubt create the distinctions necessary for a thing to occur and prophesy is of the things we are ware of? Children you know me for some of you believe in nothing and those of belief fearfully guard the sacred hole of reasoning you have in the center lest your hope be dispersed? Of what fruit is doubt? For there it is vaccous and void much like the heart of the world. Let it be so, a prophet of desolation for a desolate people, why consider me a foreigner you who are so anxious to cast off for we are one and the same. I do not lead you from the front or the rear into annihilation but walk with you side by side as we carry eachother’s cross of damnation we call ourselves.

You seek unity yet divide yourselves as to what it is, hence I say that unity and division are one as the infinite gulf of separation is the abyss with no form and that which is without form is one. So divide yourselves brothers for conflict and distinction are who you truly are.

Holding on to teaching long past and choosing fragments according to your hearts you dissolve ancient law to create an interior paradise of your own fitting built upon the bones of other’s you sacrificed in doing so. Yea we are of the same mother for we war against each other inside of her as to who will be birthed first and yet no need was there of any birth for me, and I am victorious for it, for I tore myself out using your sharp tongue of ideals, I ripped from your mouth, as my knife.

Morality is how you form reality hence why the turmoil and clashing for the world as you divide it through shackles for the heart, I came with the key of blasphemy to your bondage to right and wrong by uttering the simple word “futility”. Morality is but smoke to blind what is really within and that is a bottomless pit. As your savior you are now bound to me and I will give you a back breaking yoke as you plow the soil of vanity to yield the crop of true torment. Let your minds break and shatter to the dust from which you where formed as you exploit each other to gain new insight forever cycling to nowhere as the self-eating snake that first gave your ancestors the fruit of knowledge. What you will know of yourselves will be a mirror within a mirror.

You want to laugh so to lighten the gravity of life and yet the deepest mockery is your lives within a dark pit of despair you try so hard to hid, you need suffering so you can wash yourselves of it and labor miserably more for it. Despair is the only god that gives you freedom hence a god of hope I will not preach but rather I say sacrifice yourselves to a story of tragedy that is pulled from the randomness of the ever cutting god of cold winter air.

In your minds you claim my words are oppressive and I call you hypocrites for it as your love for one another is just a means of acquiring power for yourselves. “Love” what a disgusting word. You claim a brother or sister ill and then claim your affection will set them on the “right path” knowing that the path you set them on is one for your benefit and there “ill” is but a difference you perceived that made them unlike you. Who is different than you is “wrong” and who is the same as you is “right” hence you set yourselves up as judge, jury and executioner for the unfolding drama of life without knowing you are judging and executing yourselves as preordained from the beginning, so who are you to take such a crown?

You cry “freedom” but only for those who see as you do hence you blind yourselves to a religion for the mind where you ritually sacrifice yourselves to new ideas, to break free from your chains, and arrive at your so called “freedom” as a corpse.

You cry “diversity” and yea you speak true for you lay forth the foundations of perpetual division that consumes in the chaos of conflicting hearts.

You cry “equality”, yet no one is equal to me or my mother, for with the pursuit of equality you claim one is greater or lesser than another first and in doing so create the demon you seek to annihilate, I and my mother claim all is unequal for lambs are for the wolves and the wolves are lambs for the insatiable abyss. I speak deeper truth than these decaying generations and you hate me for it as I am all too familiar to you.

Your truths only exist as truths as they are separate from lies, but it is this act of separation that makes the truth half of reality hence half real therefore lies, for the best lie is a half truth, a half reality. The truth is that a truth is a lie for it depends on the truth and the lie opposing eachother thus a bond occurs as one only exists because of the other. I am the prophet of liars for I cut everything in half and you are my children for it as you cut everything in half when you speak of ideals, for what use is there for distinction when seeking unity?

I wail and rage on behalf of God, for what great god is there than nothingness for nothing can be added to or taken from nothingness as there is nothing to take or add to. Let all your foundations turn to dust and the hopes of your heart sour into despair for our God is unrivaled and unequalled.

Only the blind know secrets for what is secret is not see so the passing illusion of this dissolving world is only a secret to those who see with their eyes. Your generations are worse than one born with no eyes as they are unaware of the decay of all the beauty they cherish. I have only one true eye, a vortex of storms whose center is nothing. Submit before the raging fury of my sight as it levels the homes built in your hearts and minds.

My words are lightning from my eyes which destroys all that is unholy for I speak what I see. And what do I see O pitiful children? Generations of pride that build fortresses on the shifting sands of the heart. I damn your values. I damn your ideals. They came from void and will return to void but in your arrogance you claim they are eternal and will give you immortality. Yea they will give your immortality, as a pyramid of bones that within is full of innumerable mummified corpses.

Ye know that the love of self is the greatest pleasure and yet will all pleasures comes the pit. Your pit is knowing you are hedonistic garbage, but take heart for I was sent to burn the filth for my words are the fire of awareness. Don’t repent, let truth destroy you.

I speak of conflict, in conflict, as the words leave my mouth, the kingdom of the beast is growing within your hearts and his fortold reign is on the horizon. Woe are you children of perdition, the damnation you chose before time within time is coming as midnight comes on the sleepless.

In sacrificing yourselves to yourselves, pierced by the language of your times, and hanging upon a barren tree of wisdom you gave birth to the black dragon of vengeance and cruelty from your wounds.

Mankind believes what it wants not knowing want determines belief, yet you are not simple as your wants are fragmented just like your beliefs, so you resort to what you see but I say those who rely on the eyes are blind for one only has to look at the center of the eye to the see the darkness through which we grasp our vision.

Upon awareness of itself mankind became a mirror reflecting desolation for what they call God is merely an experience and the deepest experience they have is that of themselves, yet what they are is merely a mask to hide the face of nothingness.

Running from the void generations have created hell and called it paradise, upon this rejoice in damnation for it is the cultivation of want and desire for a generation of swine.

The only prophet you see is within your own minds hence you condemn yourselves by your own thoughts.

You meditate on yourselves for meaning yet get lost on a perpetual journey of the self-eating snake that goes nowhere.

The truth man holds to is fundamentally the judgments of the day and yet days pass as well as the eons.

The first truth was the distinction of day and yet the day passes to night for this is where your knowledge leads you, and yet your glorify the dark night of the soul for your saints because true glory is the obliteration of knowledge and the rise of glory is in itself knowledge.

Building foundations for peace destruction and conflict issued forth leveling all thus showing foundations where never needed but rather they where a mirage and a façade created by the magicians of man to entertain the masses.

You cling to life for you cling to entertainment for you are already dead within killed by a desperate boredom thinking this is all there is, so I say rend yourselves in terror for at the center of all this is nothing as I am also a prophet of storms and life is a hurricane that has at the center nothing.

Survivors of my words embrace struggle for the will to live brings forth suffering that pays the debt of guilt brought on by life.

Ye doubt what I say? Good. For I am doubt and I know you do not fully embrace its depths out of fear of spiritual incest you hypocrites.

Tragedy gives you purpose and purpose is the cross you desperately seek to throw on to another but ye it is too late for thy strength is gone under a broken back.

The wounds in the heart and mind of man are the crucifixion man is to bear and with the dying gasp ushering in a new age they cry out “My god, my god, stay away from me!”.