Litanies of Evil

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Echoes from the invocation reverberate

As the cacophony of voices fill the space

With songs that venerate

The journey to the edge

When I speak of evil, I’m not speaking of moral degeneracy but an excess – an excess in energy, in passion, in curiosity, in desire, in ambition….

The type of excess that never reaches its catharsis and finitude, and in some cases, spirals down into the bowels of existence.

As the traveler descends down

The choir of echoes begin to wane

No longer comforted by the communal rites

The traveler begins to truly journey alone

It is the evil that harkens back to childhood, to an innocence that gave way to this excess. Unencumbered by societal constraints, the child freely lets his imagination run free and stretches it beyond its limits.

Rimbaud once stated that genius is a return to childhood. The genius is said to be possessed by a daimon or has an attending spirit that accounts for his uncanny perception.

As echoes cease their litanies

The traveler feels naked

And opened to be consumed by whatever awaits him

But there’s no destination…

The path of evil has no justification for its existence. It just is and it’s compelled to fulfill its will and expend its energy, as it has no other mode.

It seems to be in contention with death but instead it runs hand-in-hand with it as evil courts and flirts with destruction and disaster, tempting death to quell its expenditure.

In realizing that there’s no destination

The traveler realizes the freedom he possess

He’s a true sovereign

With that, he can go anywhere he desires

I don’t want to produce literature. I want to write litanies of evil with words that don’t signify but rather embody meaning. Words that evoke imagery and feelings from the foreign place that happens to reside from within.

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