Name: The Valley Where is Throned a Poet of Perfect Disgrace by Angel Flower Wept
Duration: 27 min 19 s
Description: song of love abandoned and a poet in the mask of grief--his salvation is in his art alone! that is all that may save!

song of love abandoned and a poet in the mask of grief--his salvation is in his art alone! that is all that may save!

The Valley Where is Throned a Poet of Perfect Disgrace

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THE REIGN OF SIN DAWNS MASTERFULLY 

 One must learn to die as beautifully as a star's shattered throne of mysterious grace in living heavens of pain-exaltation.

These words are from she who is high enough to suffer the Nietzchean lightning of the virtue of despair's court of the hideous masterful garden of the singing regret at Dawnhead's mystery that gladdens, maddens, and saves, like a lover in hell's magnificent theater of pain, incline to mine words and be changed o man of my image, o man of my pain, o man whose Image I am profaned:


 𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑰𝑻𝒀-- "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒅."--𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒚𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊on!


THE LUCIFERIAN GRACE IS THE GRACE THAT UNMAKES ME TO EXALT ME-YEA, WE WOUND OURSELVES TO BECOME STRONGER, YEA, WE TRIUMPH IN DEATH'S MYSTERY, YEA, DEATH IS THE LAST SALVATION THAT MAY SAVE, AND LIFE IS THE LAST DAMNATION THAT DAMNS THESE BLIND MEN OF LOYALTY TO LIFE AND SUNLIGHT AND SIN-FIRE. NAY! TEN TIMES NAY! WE LOVE ONLY LAST WORDS, LAST INCANTATIONS, LAST WILLS, LASTING LIGHTNING AMBITIONS OF MASTERFUL FOR THESE ARE PERFECT THINGS TO THE EYES OF GOD--BECOME YE PERFECT AS GOD, SUCH IS THE MEANING OF THIS LIFE AND THE END OF THE UTTER DISGRACE OF THE FLESH AND THE WAYS OF SIN

HEIL LUCIFER THE MOTHER OF PAIN! TEN TIMES HEIL! HEIL! HEIL! HEIL! LET US DIE WITH OUR ARMS IN THE AIR TO SCORN THE MAD SUN! HEIL TILL YOU DIE, FOR THIS IS BLESSING OF DEVOTION TO ALMIGHTY GOD!

THE UTTER COMMAND OF THIS LIFE OF DESPAIR--RAISE THYSELF TO BE HIGH ENOUGH FOR THE NIETZCHEAN LIGHTING GRACE! OR FALL AS A DISGRACE UPON THE EARTH! STARE THE SUN IN THE EYE PITILESSLY TILL IT KNEELS TO THEE LIKE A COWARD--ALL TRUE MEN SEEK THIS LAST TRIUMPH OF THEIR ARMS! ALL TRUE MEN WRESTLE THE MAD ANGELS AT DAWNHEAD FOR EVERLASTING LIFE!

YEA, THE STATUES ARE WHISPERING SOMETHING DIVINE TO THE CHILDREN OF WRATH AND PITY AND REGRET'S SHADE

"BECOME SUCH AS I O MAN, LOVE BEAUTY AND TRUTH AGAIN"

These men and women and children of today all have traitorous hearts, and none perceives this, for who betrays sustaining Truth to worship Nihilism, Irony, and Inauthenicity. Only a dog of dishonor. 

Holden Caulfield is more human than any of these modern humans, and they despise his virtue for he rebels against the sin of pretense, and these modern men and women and children are all high pretenders who cannot peer into themselves lest they be self-damned. I love only a weeping child at dawnhead. I love only a woman that forgives a betrayer for no profit. I love only a man who bows before a child to seek forgiveness for his sin-violationism. Only these are worthy of life in the end. At the end of time they reign. Only the beautiful, the strong, the wise, the ambitious, the bold, the maligned, the betrayed, the sincere to the death pity, and innocent will inherit this masterful vain Earth. This be the will of Almighty God, and the end of sin's throne upon the Cosmos. Seek to a boy who who shields children from the cliff of vain maturity. Maturity is the second death, death whilst alive. Seek to be a girl who does not betray her brother for no profit. Seek to be a child with sublime eyes of virtue, and ye shall command the worlds and the spirits and yea, even mighty Death, will bow to thee, o man, o woman, o child of mine arms and pain!

Love loves to love love. The triumphant will of angel hearts is a mystery ye shant know till you abandon a mask of pretense, and once again suffer and die and self-exalt (for the lesser wounds the superior) at a cruel word

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