Risen
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- Mar 19, 2008
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- 9w8
With no reason or rhyme.
There is no loved and cherished ally nor familiar who shall not meet their preordained transformation into the nemesis of the morrow.
There exists no creation which the right hand of mortals can give life to that can escape the cascade of destruction that proceeds the left.
There is nothing a man can pick up that wont slip between his fingers like desert sand in this perpetual inexorable wasteland.
Nothing that one may touch without knowledge of the deadened and sensationless estate of the flesh.
What is left to us is perfect servitude in a destitute reality.
One need not fight or struggle to change the nature of man nor to attach themselves to their vision of what the world ought to be.
Far be it from us to combat the unsuperable force that moves us all.
For we are merely the darkness that is the shadow of a most dreaded and conceptual being.
Man's nature is the shadow of death itself.
Creating a dim path in the dust of the earth that merely signals the arrival of our ultimate master.
There is no loved and cherished ally nor familiar who shall not meet their preordained transformation into the nemesis of the morrow.
There exists no creation which the right hand of mortals can give life to that can escape the cascade of destruction that proceeds the left.
There is nothing a man can pick up that wont slip between his fingers like desert sand in this perpetual inexorable wasteland.
Nothing that one may touch without knowledge of the deadened and sensationless estate of the flesh.
What is left to us is perfect servitude in a destitute reality.
One need not fight or struggle to change the nature of man nor to attach themselves to their vision of what the world ought to be.
Far be it from us to combat the unsuperable force that moves us all.
For we are merely the darkness that is the shadow of a most dreaded and conceptual being.
Man's nature is the shadow of death itself.
Creating a dim path in the dust of the earth that merely signals the arrival of our ultimate master.