The black shadows stare at us from all areas, within the spaces between the worlds and without the curvatures of all (no)things which do(n't) exist. To acknowledge the edge is the first step in understanding that one possesses limitations, in hearing that the shadows dance with energies, black forms both timelessly ferocious and self-liberating.
The sulfuric pathos becomes the purifying salt by which Azoth manifests the ever-perfecting essence of the pan-chaos. The blackened Lords and Ladys of the eternal realms of that which is Within and Without beckon constantly to us; we have only to hear the strums of the dancing of the universe to walk through the crossroads into the Other Side.
Lilith screeches at us- That bloody whore! That sensual, seductive timeless Serpent of the Void, of the prime chaos, of the All-Nothing which leads the awakened towards the Dark Side of the Moon, revealing hidden instincts, knowledge and gate-walking. Mistress of Blood, indestructible talons piercing asunder her children, her burning lust consummates with the loins of the seeker. All lovers of hers perish by her poisonous and orgasmic bite, reborn unto the night by the Mother of the Moon who leads us towards the illuminating and immortal Black Flame of Her Other.
The Great LvTHN wraps around us, black scales which shine and rattle unto us; at all times do the faces of Choronzon stare at us from the revealed and unknown. The Snake of the Deep, endless, slain and yet reborn, by which all see within and without, through which all are strung and yet a chosen few learn to release, by which all are blinded and for which all are dragged into the blackened watery depths, is the blackened Void and eternal Chasm by which the seeker approaches and comes unto the throne of Satan, Lord of the All-Nothing, word of the nameless and timeless Pan-Chaos.
Satan laughs with a deep bellow; the Horned Lord dances in tandem to the wild burning of the bonfire, hellish flames licking the sky with each stomp and word. The faeries shine bright as balls of wicked fire, ever swaying to the plurality of hymns made by the All-Nothing. Chthonic fingers pry into the springboard of every house and within the spaces between the doorways and windows. Coiling shadowy wisps spread forth from realms and realities both known and unknown; through the (non-)space of Every-Nothing does the asphyxiating, thick, smoky breath of the Eternal Dragon (un-)manifest. Ego perishes while the dark essence of the eternal Winged Snake forever perfects.