A Duel With God

The essence of silence - Anato Finnstark


A Duel With God

I am but a universe of atoms,

a fulfilling darkness in each stratum.

What once was Sun now rails

and a grotesque tale unveils.


A young boy, a young lad, "my condolescences

for you have lost a spirit's iridescence.

Has Charon been informed about 

or is this one of those I cast out?"


The cold dark hungers, my vengeance

sharpens its jaw for avengeance.

By his speech, my organs bloat and bleed,

yet the breed of greed is mine indeed.


"Your face, pale, sickening, bleeding,

the red spots, now pale green, feeding

on what remains to be your face, misleading

Melting, your flesh exposes the skull

Perhaps you have reached the null?"


Insects crawl through my holes, 

My eyes, my nostrils are filled blood pools.

A knife to the eye, it does the job,

for now I am blind, my hands throb.


"Crippled flesh, broken bones, and a sack of hair?

A flesh so saggy, it reaches the stair.

Bones like white hills, beautiful yet

all empty and broken, a threat.

Drenched in sewer's water, full of rat piss,

claimed to be of heaven's, those are of abyss'."


Like a prey for the hunter, I see my hands,

had much to do, eradicating my plans.

What remains of a jaw now untangled:

"Witness the sins these can gift, aye?

Sins high, eyes shy, the end is nigh

yet like a vulture, it is me you pry.

Allow me, the water of Styx can

be fulfilling for a dead man 

of no consequences."


With a glass of vines, a single sip entangles

and rips out the flesh off my lips.

With no beauty remaining from all angle,

I summon what remains within: Eclipse.


"You dare think me of a man that is lowly

to touch oneself, blood gushing from holey organs?

You dare think me of a man to destroy the worlds

by disregarding the beauty of them to enjoy?

You dare see them ripped of flesh, dried blood

yet I see a magnificent shadow covering flood.

Tear them apart and they

still blossom with the shadow."


Saggy flesh makes it easy; tearing apart

my hands off my arms, they are destroyed.

Delighted, yet not satisfied, God grimaces

and comes closer.


"Loose hands sink ships over my Styx

yet Charon needs an acquaintance.

Your heart pumping inky black blood,

Surrender, by seven they come."


Veins now inky black, a stab won't do

Vomitting, constantly vomitting,

Corrupting with each drop of vomit,

Inky black, leaking through what remains

of my lips, cockroaches burst through my chest.

They endured, just as my heart,

but now, they die.


"A passion for the skin and another for the blossom,

the ship that floats you can always devour you.

Strongest of seven, weakest of heart, your garden

like the insect you are no longer demands a bargain."


,kaeps ot nrut ym si ti ,noitanimoba nA

.kaep sti ta gnimoclew niap suoirolg htiW

,sluos detniat htiw seidob detniatnU

.selor lamsyba eht llik ,esoprup on sah doG


,sdnah dna seye ffo deppir ,spil nroT

.dnas s'ytinrete otni yawa nworht luos A

,gnitseretnI ?gnitanimod llits traeh a tuB

.gnimocni eb tsum nuS fo noisulli nA

I will be waiting.

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