Concealing Of Infinity's Depths (Work in progress)

PART I: RA

Sarcophagus. Body, incarcerated flesh. Birth, dawn. Open sky.
The carrion waits to be devoured.

PART II: SUTEJ

As a vicious cycle of an unfinished theory of who's the ghost looking at the world below, you suffocate.
Path to be walked with feet full of nails.
Days of uncertainty at the vision of your dark achievements.
It´s hard to grow up upon mirrors and scars of cement.
A wild animal has been called by one of the seven keys.
It is the beast who sheds blood, not tears.
The first key holds the light, the second the grief.
As an unfinished theory of who you are, you believe.
Chaos as a way to understand the viscera.
The third key opens the sarcophagus of the bleeder.

Conclusion by illusion. A hell inside of the chosen for the absolution.

Humanity fades in favor of the solemn deity of destruction. The fourth key holds thy name.

The earth trembles at the passage of the plagues of trust.
Upheaval in the sky under which lurks the ghost.
The fifth key comes to hold the sin.
Fetterless, the mirror's truth breaks the dream.
Embodied in destruction, fire whips the icy life.
The sixth key hides the sheath of the knife.
Among thorns your hands will find the blood they need.
Among fear the name of the ghost you will bleed.

Conclusion by illusion. A hell inside of the chosen for the absolution.
Damnation by infection. The burning remains of the soul of destruction.

Pain equals life. Life equals death. A shore to pledge. A rotten slave.
The seventh key is the one which gives you the darkness of mind to open your eyes.
The seventh key holds the darkness, it holds your ghost heart.

As a vicious cycle of an unfinished theory of who's the ghost looking at the world below.

PART III: MAAT

Having descended into the underworld you resurface like a phoenix now unwilling to take flight again.
The time comes for suffering to fade upon the memories you wield like blades.

Fraternize with the errors of oneself as a way of seeing beyond the keyhole.The unholy shore.
Crawling through the embers of the indulgence of the human being to not end up eaten by blood.
Take back. Ghost heart.

Achieve what once you rejected to see in you. A body separated from his soul that now looks for the way back.
Stare at destruction in its raw face and break the keys that lock and release the beast, restore the order, the balance.

The sand slips through your fingers, but now you're aware of it. You see people´s faces.
You see how they suffer. How they suffer for you and you´re careless years of blind existence.

Step into vacuum, firm step into the void, to the whole you´re not looking for, but which you find.
Out of nothingness comes the creation, in whose number you as a man take refuge. Deucalion, Phyrra. Nine.

Under the eternal rain you suffer and atone for your sins to rebuild the scales in your favor. To emerge like a phoenix, but without wings.
Ghost heart.

Sarcophagus. Sacred. Bleeding. Unscarred. New Dawn. Seven. The nine.

The scars that cross your face are a reflection of the mutilated lives you left behind you, for not being able to look at the people you love face to face and tell them to save you.
But today the time comes for you to crucify yourself and come out alive.

The viscera takes a step back in favor of the cold resolution of a being who will not see through his hands anymore.
As a vicious cycle of an unfinished theory of who's the ghost looking at the world below, you now seem to know what you were looking for.