Blessed are the over holy, for their endless battering on the gates of heaven may one day flood the world with blood, blessed are those who droll at the words, for there is no longer feelings of hurt and emotions of pain, blessed are the uninhibited in their inhumanity, for they shall pursue those doomed wretches of life from their kingdoms of stone, blessed are those who cause hunger and partiality, for their stomachs are full, blessed are those who are intolarent, cause they're ancient fairy stories shall spread with bushfire, blessed are the closed hearts, for they shall witness their God's fury, blessed are those with closed minds, for the wave from their ignorance will tsunami across the kingdoms of earth,
blessed are the shadows and the lost, for they shall hopefully perish before judgment. Mourn, prey, and blind yourself to those whom claw from hell and sacrifice their souls for water, life and goodness. The prophets in the deserts, in the snow, and in piss stained tenements will grow ever silent as neon posters move in the inevitable dance of doom.
You are the flames in the fire, which burns the bush with violence and hell. How can anything be restored? You happily destroy the buildings built by beauty and desire, all for enviable darkness.
So prey to the grave of your father, and await your heavenly judgment.
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MOAR DOOM, PLS.
fuck yeah.
dude.
I didn't understand it, but it was an interesting read.
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Excellent!