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The Lord saw the wickedness of man

Great, earthly. Each intent, every breath he saw - evil, perpetual

Men, as vessels of wrath prepared for destruction,

Ruination in their midst; oppression and deceit residing in their alleys

The heavens, the earth! Stored for fire, kept for His day!

When as thief the Lord will come - the very elements will dissipate in fire!

Hence behold the furnace of primordial combustion!

What wonders are to be kept from the husk of creation

If not those which entail what most wrathful is, as it is holy?

Halo of halos!

Sigh of sighs!

The face of truth beheld as violent contradiction;

As rebellion we are there - forever barren, barred from the woe of decadent immortality!

Led astray, abhorrent... from the cradle of the stars, an intent lacking purpose other than dulling

the multitude of experiences

We do not know our time:

As fish caught in a treacherous net,

As birds trapped in a noose,

So the sons of Men are ensnared at an evil time when it suddenly falls on them:

The cup of horror and desolation, the cup of the covenant overflows!

Let myth of creation hence be kept, thus a Gordian Knot is to be cut by the Blade of Damocles

‘Tis story be kept - The paradigm of frail memoir as dirt laid upon the casket