Apollyonic Enstasis - Irkallian Oracle

And from here it seems that

The god in man has murdered mankind

And has drowned all hopes and castrated all doubts

Hacked Adam’s face into valleys of formless dream

Wherein the Abysmal Angel feast

Upon disputing tongues and fingers counting difference

Twitching, questioning eyes and impotent phalluses

Clothed in this presence, this chance of existence' careless circumstance

A mad sun drunk on the blood of every star

Which trample galaxies beneath the monstrous moans of lonely love

As a Will breaching the motion of the worlds

In a single path

In a single word

In a single name

A single noose to hang all gods of shame

And from here it seems that the greatest fear of the living is not death

But existence itself, roaring in its tyrannical totality, upon the dying crowds

lost in their hell-mazes of reflection