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Khiliasmos I
09:51
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Dust is what he gathered
Here at Har haBayith
To create the first man
In his flawed image
The first in a long lineage
Of slaves and serfs
All knowledge denied
Bred to crawl and serve
Crafted out of matter
A despicable, futile shell
Binding them to the earth
Unable to attain the divine
To worship Elohim, in vain
Never to look further
To the universe beyond
Where true wisdom lies
The only sacrifices made
Are those of the body
The binding of Yishaq
Hypocrisy exemplified
Two temples were erected
Here on this bleak mount
Remember Vespasian
Before the third constructed
Pěrûšîm, hearing the divine
In the chinking of coins
Seeing the smile of God
In the shimmer of gold
No Messianic Age
No World to Come
Despair will be plentiful
All delicacies will be dust
All oaths will be broken
As truth turns into lie
No kings will be crowned
The sixth aeon is the last
There is no domination
Nor arrogant world rule
Only total liquidation
As material creation
Will fall
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Khiliasmos II
07:36
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Rebirth, resurrection is what they preach
The dead shall be raised incorruptible
Each and every one of us shall be changed
As mortal man will put on immortality
Man is not body and soul combined
For there is no salvation for the flesh
Only the soul is truly immortal
And the body incapable of being revived
Salvation comes to the soul alone
Liberation from a mortal shell
The essential truth lies far beyond
The words of God
See how his blind minions feast
Crawling like maggots on a corpse
Attracted to the glimmer of gold
The impure cherish the pure
Feel their ever burning desire
For untainted flesh of infants
Spoiling their body and soul
with their deviant, perverted urges
There lies the actual key to truth
The body does not feed the soul
It only weighs it down, tires it
To finally let go, like rotten bonds
So is the destiny of the world itself
To crumble, decay and dissolve
Losing grip like tired old hands
Let the essence free beyond recall
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Khiliasmos III
20:59
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Disregard all lies of the messenger
The days of resurrection and judgement
The Demiurge does not multiply the attom
It rather is desolved, nothingness prevails
As the trumpet will finally sound
Not one will be left standing
Across the heavens and earth
Not even he who created all
Unenlightened voices spewing lies
Numerous, yet fatuous and mad
Large numbers do not make truth
The ego does not alter absoluteness
Like wriggling maggots and worms
Living in a world of slime and filth
Feasting upon a decaying corpse
A world putting faith in one god
The mythical gardens of perpetual bliss
No soul will ever enter them
No matter how rightgeous they might be
Now how great is the final home?
The eternal suffering in Jahannam
What else than lies could it have been?
Mandacious words on yellowed parchment
Long gone, like the hands that wrote them
The abodes of insanity crumble and fall
No vain worship shall stand
Sent into oblivion, like all prayers
Uttered by fools long gone
It did not descended from paradise
Unaffected by the weight of sin
The alleged right hand of God
Cast into the void
At this moment, the lesser battle is over
The time for the greater battle has come
The greater battle is against oneself
To rid the soul of the mortal body
There is no injustice in this judgement
When all returns to the essence of chaos
No serpent tongues left to rape the truth
As the unbalance of order is overthrown
The same fate is shared by all
Both rightgeous and unrightgeous
Without regard of grace and justice
Void of all torment and reward
Jannah and Jahannam denied
No intermediate state of the soul
No cold sleep, but mere nothingless
The true meaning of eternity
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