Dissolution...

The Still (dedicated to J.Hanneman)

02.Prowling.Through.the.Corridors.of.Being

It is when the skies will suffer, and when the dissection from the rust-sharpened words will leak out the black knowledge; it is no one who would see the rain washing down the blood from their wounds, casting oil and acid to the scorched mountain of doom. They will bleed their eyes, seeing nothing but obliteration of the crystal wall, the center of the cosmic power, not much will endure the heat and everything will turn to glass, blinded by the million-sun bright emanation of wisdom. They will refuse their wings in the name of cruel manifestation of ignorance, giving away the vent of fury on desquamative minds that starve upon seeking the miracle, but finding only chains made of bones of previous seekers. They are bright but soon to turn invincibly dark, they consume the time, they are committing their resignation. The sacred temple, the center of all cosmic power has been obliterated. They have resigned and will bring no peace thereafter.

Resignation.of.the.Sky-Goers.within.obliteration.of.the.sacred.temple.of.Kailāsaḥ

It is the ignition of the unspeakable fear in those who gaze right between the edges of the jaw that holds the wheel of transmigration. Five fortresses that bear five everlasting flames will eternally temper the dagger of sorrow, with the simultaneous burning of the bodies of those who destined to die and to be reborn only to be again the fuel for the five flames of the five fortresses. Consecrating the epistemological boundaries of the existence within the sempiternal wrath of Walse Ngampa will lead to the loss of conscious adhesion to the matrix of being, urging the wrath to be forged by the fire of an unknown origin. The sempiternal wrath of greater strength undergoing the temperament through the five flames of sorrow.

Sempiternal.wrath.of.Walse.Ngampa,.tempering.through.the.five.flames.of.sorrow.

It is a swollen one, which festers and is of bluish color. 
It is a torn apart and a bitten off by vultures one, eaten by different kinds of worms. 
It is the one reduced to a skeleton, with some flesh and blood held in by connecting tissue. 
It is a blood-bedaubed skeleton without flesh but held in by what's left from muscles.
It is a mummified one, reduced to only skeleton held by the residue of the muscles, with no flesh and bearing no residues of blood.
It is a scattered skeleton all around the ground.
It is only the white bones.
It is a pile of bones, heaped together.
It is the bones that got rotten and became dust.

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