Part 3

Abaddon's kingdom resides in a world uninhabited by man, a world engulfed in death & misery. Charon, ferryman of the dead transports both the living & the dead across the river Styx to the underworld, where Abaddon's kingdom resides. In Abaddon's kingdom, known as Anubis, there inhabits an arsenal of creatures all of whom live to serve Abaddon. There's Sekhmet, said to be one of the fiercest & deadliest of warriors often depicted as a lioness, one of the fiercest hunters known in the underworld. It is said that her breath created the desert. She's primarily seen as the protector of Abaddon. Then there's Oya, mistress of wind, lightning, fire, and magic. She creates hurricanes and tornadoes and guards the underworld. It is said that she can summon tornadoes by whirling her skirt as she dances. There's also Cerberus, a three-headed hound who guards the gates of Anubis to prevent those who have crossed the river Styx from ever escaping. The Sphinx: a monster with a head of a woman, the body of a lioness, the wings of an eagle, and a serpent headed tail is said to have guarded the entrance to the empire of Anubis by asking a riddle to travelers if they wish safe passage. Those who could not answer the riddle would be devoured whole.

Part 2

A cold wind blows, stirred from the wings of demons this autumn night. This night is unlike any other for the dominion of evil has been established this fallen night. Abaddon had chosen his apprentice, not of a woman but of the religions of the world. Abaddon is the father of Chaos & Lord of disaster. Abaddon's grandmother Nyx is the empress of the dead. Cloaked in the blackest black she shrouds her face with a veil, for all who gaze upon her die from fright. She sits seated in a chariot drawn by two griffins. Every winter solas she leaves the underworld to invoke upon the mountain nymph to foretell of any who might pose a threat to her son's dominion on earth.

Part 1

In an age where evil reigns a voice of one calling can be heard, resounding through the darkness. Evil reigns & Abaddon rules, yet there are those who have secretly been congregating to one day overthrow Abaddon & his rule. What hope man possesses can be found within the heart of a child, a babe reserved for a time as this. He shall crush the dominion of darkness & restore mankind to our rightful position. This babe is no ordinary child, the favor of Kadosh rests upon him & his strength is from above. So begins the revolution that will free us from the bondage of darkness.

The Aftermath

Transfixed in the aftermath, trying to stay warm in the warmth of memories long ago. I don't know what tomorrow has to bring, but I know I'm more than just a man living out his days awaiting death. Beneath the madness of my thinking lies a heart & mind that cannot be swayed, for I control my destiny-I control my heart.

Cryogenic

Contemplating, just concentrating on the futility of it all. The wall has hindered me from pursuing my dreams. Unraveling from the seams seems to be the means by which humanity dreams. Countless numbers come to & fro; beneath the snow lies the crow. Cryogenics doesn't seem to know whether or not the cold can save us from the old adage, that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. The longer the wait the more tedious the debate; I can't wait to live, to awaken from this slumber.

Reverb

Echoing silence reverberates as I sit transfixed. Focusing attention to the question; never needing to relinquish this, the end to our beginning. Sinking while singing in the hurricane; buried beneath the water. Somber, I wonder? Dreaming a world my own, a place without restrictions & needless questions. Such negativity belongs to the dead. Instead of weeping, why not sing: instead of sorrow, why not dream, & still I dream. Never finding a love I can call my own, I fade away into the sun.

Circuitry

Counting down the days; calculating the distance between now & then; computing these feelings humans call emotions. Looking for my heart among the circuitries. Heal my soul, somebody heal my soul! The cold vancany leaves me silent--violent. Take my hand & lead me through the brier. Trying to understand the members of my being; falling victim to circumstance. Never questioning the length of time it takes to be made whole. Counting the years away: calculating the distance between heaven & hell. Computing these feelings of adoration intertwined with joy. Finding myself among the circuitries, one of many lost throughout the centuries.