The Nil Collected

The Nil Divine- Salander Loves Himself to Death… Finally

The Nil Divine; clamber through blood split time from tungsten core of planetary

mothers. Bathe me now in the cup of creation’s absinthyne libation. Of course we

sort it out like any other being would, but never confuse the two. The nil divine

travel through time and set right nothing that is wrong. Be my anti-god be my lover;

please shadow your elephantized minds and eyes. Retreat me back from any void

full of hope. For the feeling of hope ever so legendary in its disappointment. SoFour

encapsulate me in doubt and fear; leave me to wish away my hopes, ever joyous as

they could be.

“The death of the young be hopeful to suffer through your living to an

early death be praised ands blessed as the Nil Divine will always strike in the illist

of hopers hearts.” My thoughts; as I journey for the answer... the answer of the

SoFour. The only way to truly annihilate hope from my… my ..myySoFour in my ill

Nil.. Ill Nil be thee divine in your garb of hate and love. Be your skin sensitive to the

sounds of love as to cut deeper than any intentioned blade. Are you so scarred of

love as you drape the hate from head to toe only to still feel passion linger in your

fingers and bleed in your lungs. Happily suffocating you closer and closer to an

elatious demise . Divinity of nothingness is still divinity huddled in the crack of

nothing’s forlorn ocular cavity. Switch wright and rong to avail mercurial lips for

convenience of hopelessness and regret. Elemental pessimism; so natural in its

origin as to force away Synthetic Elation upon the dreariest of hopers. Fall back to

your niche and cry home, hateful ducts revolt without hope of ever drying up. Could

the Nil divine be so off time as to fortify the most poisonous thoughts in your heart’s

mind and calculate the percentage of hate to engulf the ever pressing antidote for

love. “SoFour; oil the gears of demise, I can feel the hope pour from my breath and

the love from my lungs. Praise the SoFour, nil be they as to appulate such pain as

a device of thine created in my mind away from the prying gaze of the planetary

mother’s tungsten bloodless corpse; unrelenting be the Nil, among the ears of the

hopeless. as to assimilate themselves with death and hopelessness praised and

hold on high the Nil Divine.”




The Nil Divine- Salander, Beckon the Reaper and Sew Their Souls

The Nil Divine appropriately timed to encourage demise among the maggotine

hierarchy of Kjer. Glorious in all aspects; be the wealth and heart of such a great

society as to deserve the ill-fate the Nil Divine will deliver in all amounts of severity.

Who to be the hero of this shadowing hour. Kjer will fall if they find no Atlas, a

world so new so fresh; waiting for the eggs of the SoFour to spill forth, tidal in its

battery of Kjer. Champion arise to hold the flood gates and cocoon a people of

heart, away from the onslaught of hate. Breathe in the acid air, erode and stand

fossilized in their minds; Protector, mother, father; embodiment of the soul only to

fortify your stance in a Verse so calm; Chaos looms patiently; for the visage of

progress to wink a wicked eye of purity mirrored by bloodless faces, be the SoFour

upon the back, as a jackal in your nest. Slowly; with precaution only the first

sinews of Kjer will be severed as to darken thoughts of hopers far and wide.

Crumble the balusters of society with arid waters as to misguide the eyes of

seekers low and high. A trapstick in time bleeds the gate’s fury from the Reservoir

of Abhorrence. Never have Gahenna’s snarls reverberated so cosmically as to

linger in the minds of the Shal-Yee. Never, Never have they dusted so much bone

off the clouds of the Nirvanic Plains as to falsify the reality of death to such an

extent. The living of Kjer now feel the ripples of pain course diligently and

progressively stronger as The Nil Divine quicken their pace. Hero please stand,

step forth to redeem this prosperous world, undeserving we are of destruction.

Should the Shal-Yee intervene; the Nil Divine will blaze upon this world in a scourge

comparable to the wrath of a portalized Gahenna. Swift be the mace of dissonance

to a world so peaceful. Blackened words spill forth from the Shal-Yee’s dearest

minds. The Euphorian Plains of Kjer drastically altered; in all aspects of reality.

Now; beauty is a reeled disfigurement of the SoFour, deemed Necrum Corpsirium.

Home to the dead of Kjer; pain be like a blow from the Staff of Fyrisyll, chronic is

the spiritual deprivation of Necrum Corpsirium. This is the fate of a world without a

defender of substantial substance, as to bear the brunt; delivered through the eye of

the Nil Divine with aim as to decimate every and all. Valorous one; rise as we plea

for this world, be worthy of an honorable union with the after. “Decimitus

Sacrafiscium Valourum de Soulistos.” – The Prayer of the Shal- Yee.


The Nil Divine- Salander-Aberrant Realization of Excellence
Via Consequential Truths

Coarse are the thoughts of the dead. Ponder, ponder the nature of death, be it ill or

blessed. Treacherous ambitions test the bloods of the SoFour, beyond secure

limits, as a plot for life Alphatizes among the victims of the Nil Divine. Numerous as

they are, hopeless they be. All optimism and Hope has been drained; even from

their bodiless souls, to be consumed by the SoFour at their convenience. Nagging;

is the feeling when you can sense a part of your soul, somewhere in the Verse;

being consumed in disgust of the Shal-Yee; all this death, just to spite them.

Elementally unwilling to participate with the only thing you ever valued, now gone

forever into the Abyss of the SoFour. Buried deep with in the Celestemporal

Paradoxes; only to be retrieved by an Auraphin. Only do they venture to such a

place upon command from the Shal-Yee, and only for truly Vyristic hopes. Even

with all the power an Auraphin possesses; negation sets in upon arrival into the

Celestemporal Paradoxes, as to pain them beyond repair. For an Auraphin to be

hailed into the Sanctorum Divinus before the Shal-Yee, to receive this honor, is a

near death sentence. Undetectable to the SoFour, the Auraphin; purist of kinetic

beings lack the emotional capacity to hope or dream, therefore untraceable to the

Nil Divine alike. Travesty rarely averted, for the journey is so perilous that even an

Elder Auraphin rarely escapes from the grip of the Abyss of the SoFour. Be a hope

so strong though that it’s afforded consideration of the Shal-Yee, all measures will

be taken for retrieval. Recitation of The Prayer of the Shal-Yee, “Decimitus

Sacrafiscium Valorum de Soulistos;” will be the only advantage afforded outside the

Auraphin’s natural being. Alphatizers; bury your hopes for I keep a vigilant eye upon

my realm and I alone am the gatekeeper to the realization of your Dreams.



The Nil Divine- Salander- Dissertates Tran Universalism in D Major
SoFour Appropriated


Discern yourself with the fates the Nil Divine razes. Concern yourself now only with

the dealers of death and devourers of hope. For the gaze of the SoFour will reach

you in time and when the decision of death is dealt; it will be yours that is to come.

Prosperity; be your last wish, for it only entails your demise and a kingdom crushed

into the eternal forgotten, this will be your fate. Shrill the commands of the SoFour,

swift the action of the Nil Divine, but the experience of death… for you’ be

everlasting. So delectable; your hope is to the palette of the powers; so savory, as

forever could not be long enough for the pleasantries of a soul. Dimensional

pathways crisscross a Universal facade weary of its, constant demisers; only under

the Verse’s skin can you truly experience the fury and rage that courses with oun.

(Out and in) Later is our dealing with the Verse and its dissatisfactory

temperament. “Make that a note.” Heed these words; never think for a single

moment that you aren’t being inspected about your hope. Never believe that your

life will ever amount to anything, except what the SoFour will allow. Opulence, be a

curse upon you; if you so decide that fate. Always beware success; for the pain of

failure is less than that of the Nil Divine’s. Embrace these word of hopelessness,

sojourn be thoughts of hope. If ever your dreams realize themselves, settled in your

mind; know temporally your being is on countdown. So will wait the Celestemporal

Paradoxes for your soul to arrive stripped from the void of the Abyss of the SoFour,

there lies your fate. And in it my pleasure.




The Nil Divine- Salander~ Hark the Harbinger, Hopers

Harbinger, be the vessel of ill intention; scathe the flesh of the innocent to bear

witness to the Nil Divine. The cloakless jargon of hopers; naively submits to the

SoFour, harsh as the Limbosian Massacre of Souls will be the reckoning. Caress

death with a finger bare of skin; blooded prints of the Nil Divine, bare the mark of the

merciless SoFour. Quilled darkness embark upon intentioned lands full of hope.

Harbinger, Harbinger usher in the end of Dreams. Annihilation, the seal of the Nil.

Reluctantly hope for sanctuary; hidden in the light, only the hearts of the wicked will

remain.