TWO-FACED

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though this may be of
nonsense


some might see this as a means of

ASCENSION

to some this is useless but the purpose is not that

meaningless, meaninglessness, uselessness, less

"what might be spat out from the womb may never come back" this is known

so what is here is not here, but what is there? and here?

IT SAYS TO ME THAT I AM A PROPHET

SO MY WORDS SHALL BEAR NO TRUTH BUT LIES AND LIES AND LIES AND LIES

"nameless creature is what they call it, but i know it as the disgusting god, who sits in his grey seat behind him"

you may have refused the flesh but you will never refuse its dead gaze that is alive

..i had a son whom i did not love.

it is known, it is known that i do not know that it is there watching

..i had a son whom i do not remember.

SILENCE IN HIS PRESENCE THE PROPHET IS RETURNED, LET THE BEAST SPEAK ITS USELESS WORDS

………………………………………….what is dead may never be alive but………………………….alive i remain when i am dead, what am i?…………………………………………………………………

………………………….i give you strength, i give you courage, i speak like puppets on your strings, but i am uncontrolled…………….what am i?……………………

STUPID RIDDLES STUPID RIDDLES LET THE PROPHET SPEAK HIS WORDS

I AM NO FOOL TO UTTER THOSE WORDS BUT MY WORDS ARE IN EXILE AS IS HE

LET THE PROPHE-

..i am to speak.

some form of lucidity is returned

i am the god who speaks no words in the name of my bastard son that is not my own but was spat from my womb
i am the god who lives no longer, sitting in a place of nothingness everything but i see and i do not, and i feel and i do not
i am the god who does not think for the sake of my name and my bastard son that is not my own but was spat from my womb
i am the god who lives to see the stagnancy and dies to see it flourish
i am the god who spoke no words when called so i am no god but a god of what?
i am the god who is disgust and who is eternal
i am the god who speaks no words in the name of my bastard son that is my own but was not spat from my womb
i am the god who exists to not exist, and to dream no dreams
i am the god who serves stupor, the god that exists as stupor to the whims of imaginations
i am the god who is needless and useless but exist so that i may reign in the name of my bastard son
i am the god with two faces, two heads, and two necks, but i am one and split and two and twined
i am the god with who is undeserving
i am the god with no name
i am the god with nothing and everything and all and none
i am the god who is awake and is asleep, and when i wake there is darkness, and where i sleep there are no dreams
i am the god who is unknowing
i am the god who sits a throne of nothing but flesh that is not supposed to be

brokenness and drunkenness and stupor persist

YOUR VOICE IS PAINFUL IT HURTS IT HURTS, LET THE PROPHET, THE BASTARD SON, NO LONGER HEAR YOUR WORDS

LET ME REST LET ME REST I AM NO LONGER BLESSED, CURSED CURSED CURSED IN THIS WRETCHED GOD'S NEST

a moment of rest, we shall continue the mummer's performance when the time is best
there is no true two-faced; it does not speak
what is true and what is real? what is untrue and what is fake?
the two-faced god of stupor does not know what stupor is

Two-Faced

Two-Faced


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