Where would you run once the sacred gets caught, and the vows of the holy become a reason of pursue? Where would you run once faith and hope becomes the new heresy in a superior law of adversarial arrogance? Would you spread your limbs through the four corners of a world in condemnation so you will become an unrecognizable abomination?
Life ventures work the same as a conjured nightmare with the difference of anticipation; where you, in the end, will not find a compassionate shoulder.
Mind that he does not accepts genuflection and prostrations are for the traitors.
Will you carry on with your guilt before His arrogant eyes? Neither the weight of a thousand towers nor the pain of a million of arrows will compel the unbearable feeling of his vengeful sorrow. Where faith gets torn and will gets caught in slavery, in the soil where no life rests and the river where a static current drags the destiny, and the winds blows sharpened dirges and the shreds of fire scorch the sentient, a monolith is built upon.
Walk through the valley of sorrow with your eyes on your heels.
Levitation in stillness, victory and conquest.
Rites of destiny and transcendental ancient procedures; eat from the corpse of sin and inhale the fumes of sacred Death.
Fears once hurl and remain in eternity!
Wranglers of carrion in murk and filth, spitting the septentrional tongue stars fall down and become man of evil. Wounds of the persecuted will never heal, grab your feet and lick the sores humiliated in severe misery. Witness in the horizon the shinning victor in four wings of glory; sweeping the impure.
The only crown will exalt rapacity, and a caustic storm will baptize this coronation, avid wings and claws of avarice clapping, devil’s mastery and impure glory service.
Painlike drivel in the final conquest, everlasting.
