A surrealistic poem of discovery, with five titles, all obscured

An so he did leave them
lonely, like a cloud in the wintery sky
lovely, he thought, is the mind of God
ironically though, God shall forever be despised
hated like the killer of sheep.
Laughing does the devil behold
gore-tex-clad fetuses,
swimming in a vast ocean of formaldehyde.
Sudden shall forever realisation be
like the emerging waters of cthonic wastes
and he saw it all and he smiled, dreadfully silent
not without mindfull discussions,
overwhelming was the concept of true belief
to a man of no silent dreams.
No further shall he walk in silence and peace,
with scintillating laughter shall he consume the blood,
of ancient gods, ancient men and women.
And this he saw, the omnipotent vampyre
and knew his fate and that of mankind.
Drowned in latex screaming, for the mother of all,
but he is alone, weeping like Isis over death.
And the gods are smiling
as he turns away in despair.
And he is sleeping like undreaming fathers,
cold and forgotten in a nameless grave.