Where Time Is Left Behind
Melbourne, Australia.
I am inspired by the music I listen to, H.P. Lovecraft, horror, science fiction, nihilism, misanthropy, existentialism, psychology, social and moral decay, religion, politics, theology, human corruption, war, injustice, space, time, dimensions and the infinite cosmos.
“Urban decay (also known as urban rot and urban blight) is the process whereby a previously functioning city, or part of a city, falls into disrepair and decrepitude. It may feature deindustrialization, depopulation or changing population, economic restructuring, abandoned buildings, high local unemployment, fragmented families, political disenfranchisement, crime, and a desolate, inhospitable city landscape
Urban decay has no single cause; it results from combinations of inter-related socio-economic conditions - including the city’s urban planning decisions, the poverty of the local populace, the construction of freeway roads and rail road lines that bypass the area, depopulation by suburbanization of peripheral lands, real estate neighborhood redlining, and xenophobic immigration restrictions.”
Sekem
By The Amenta.
Sinking fire sear dead
Second traitor soul powerless
Resist those who would silence
Remove the wrappings
Which fetter my mouth
In empty aching vessel
Stop time decay
Feel like fire dying
A voice but no words
An eternity but no soul
Give me voice withered lips
Shattered teeth forced with bitter iron
Hiss of escaping last gasp
Cult like mortician knife
All that remains is remains
Void turns in wheel
Turning slowly in the starless dust never
Like western lights
Sinking and sluttering
I am now fading
Body rot in the row
Caught in pull of time
Suffering second final death alone
I am alone
And empty like a tomb of archaic years
Where is the beast who shut out the light?
Left in the dark of incomplete empty
The powerless flesh atrophy in stone casket
I am alone, abandoned
I am become death
Take leering golden jackal
Take from tortured vision
Saliva drip from jaws
Breath from middens
Footprints of slime on pathway to Duat
Where is the power
Cut string marionette
Turn back those who would restrain me
Bound hands reach for neck of Jackal
Merge of past and future
Sprint machine fail
Remove the wrappings
Which fetter my mouth
In empty aching vessel
Stop time decay
I am alone
I am abandoned
I am powerless
I am become death
Furies.
They take the appearance of clawed women dressed in black and red with hair bristling of serpants.
Their main function was then to torment those who have committed a sin. Though origionally probably reserved for patricides, matricides, and those who broke their oaths, the Furies eventually would come to punish any sin. They would harass and injure her prey but not kill them.They pursue wrong doers relentlessly, until death, often driving them to suicide. They would extend their torments into the underworld, cruelly lashing the offenders. The sight of them could drive one to madness.
