Tchornobog - I: The Vomiting Tchornobog (Slithering Gods Of Cognitive Dissonance)

Perpetually disemboweling, self-devouring beast of primordial desolation... Have you a single orifice from which you have not vomited?! The first appeared... Weaving thorax to obsidian tongue The second morphed... A horrid visage of woven osteology The third was possession... Mother of nightmare unconsciousness Black brood of ill-chosen fate An obsidian and flesh chemical conglomerate Form upon the Tchornobog Hideous figures attach as liquid spore The result of fetal amalgamation Self-devouring... Perpetually disemboweling... "We are the waves of mire upon our father Whose eyes are complete, whose sensory organs are overstimulated An enemy of blindness, we feel EVERYTHING We march as vessels for abhorrent life Plucked from the calm void's rest To be summoned unto this slave nightmare" Here... the horizon cleared The shroud of the sky was lifted Darkness no longer alone A fire sphere of one pierced throughout It came through the clouds, this white light of poison Undressing the mountains in imperial failure It traversed a vast emptiness Of a billion kilometers between It and Earth As if, by design, to cast belligerent hellfire This Helios exhudes achromic death With it's tongues lapping at the reflection of itself In smouldering obsidian The brood withers beneath the surface where her seeds spread Fall... Fall... Fall... Convulsing animus obsolete! Your bodies ebb, stigmata weakling! Rise! Devour those not of your legion! Arise! Act as the God you are! Tchornobog has yet to taste one - The undisrupted marriage of hydrogen and oxygen MOUNTAINS SHOOK - SKIES CLOSED HORROR REVEALED TONGUES SLITHERING TOWARDS LIFE INCARNATE! THE EARTHEN ELIXIR COMPONENT TO ALL CREATION It bled from my Eye HIS HEADS GREW THREE, NINE, THIRTY... AN INSATIABLE FORCE OF VOMITOUS CONSUMPTION! Anubis, Hecate, Dis Pater, Namtar, Set, Hel, Kali, Lucifer... Many names have you traversed, void creature In human tongue, brush, blood, and pen Many eyes are undeceived, these psychologies in vertigo They simply attach a name to what they can’t understand But one disposition is true... AS THE HUMAN AGES, SO DOES GOD!