in these final days before the end and its crusades voiceless among the walking dead, hands extend towards the heavens without wings nor soul of light masked beneath and betrayed, all along we have known that this day would come, signs have always been here. the son of man rise from your graves, rise salvation. alone in the eyes of a dreamer silenced by lies, imprisoned by your fear. rise from your graves, rise, the sickened wings expand, cowering in their shadow. I only inhale the horror, understanding what has become and what soon shall be. blackened heart of the same, a taste unlike any other, awake like never before. several realizations decide to resume rational thought. much later it is forgotten trust. where can such a diseased angel solitude, preyed upon by our brothers, slip into horizon's daze and all that began anew.

angels hover above like vultures prey.
Pray.
sickened flesh decay.
information verification waiting for them both.
door unlocked, such disappointment.
angels hover above like vultures prey.
pray.
chained to heater grates.
how surprised you seemed.
filth portray such an innocent role I know your game.
polluting our minds, sickened by the flesh, push it off on us.
each precious whisper always returns unharmed under a watchful eye.
she began to set off the change.
ingest the vile and poisonous idea until awake I see no more.
blind like most oblivious bliss.
storm tainted waves pouring as it may, I cannot forget, treasured below this forgotten corpse.
eaten by exposure and welcomed even more.
mind shattered thought slip into a safer state outside the concrete box.

free from illusion.
our differentiated state.
dissolution and nothingness struggle against the ancient state of the same.
the one and the many victim to the opposition.
essential activity stands above both.
nothing can resist him but the unreal.
above the sun and demon alike highest forms of order twisting of winged madness seven sermons to the dead love and its murderer the holiest betrayal time lies behind the sun diversified mutilation of all creation seven sermons to the dead.
tormented spirits serpent whore abstinence purification mans portal exists through solitary heavens the prey begins to pray solitude ignores.

worthless destiny of nothing bare to the roots of bestial war is your only heritage.

upon the rising tides of horror scoped freedom the land shall blacken light dissolved engulfed chaos erupts in ultimate defiance from this scorched and blackened existence destruction magnified strength without boundary or forgiveness humanity's extermination is only the dawn of this clearly new apocalypse.

I have come to release the fiend free to pray upon humanity within these latter days nothing shall cripple the engines of this total and complete war in the monstrous presence of violent death.

trumpet sounded finality invokes the cataclysm upon the signal the heavens bleed this burning blinding all enveloping fury sweeps the earth release the fiend and stride with our army far beyond the end.

millennial reign to begin prophetic destiny prevails at the end dreams and delusions one and the same.

nothing shall remain faith and fear mean nothing more as it all begins to decay.

lies become realized with no time for resolution entered sanctuary desecration of intimacy vengeance as expression canceling out insanity offered response unheard as existence grows scarce it's been known for all eternity this is the final war.

shadowed glance appears as it has for years time is growing short every day worse seasons in the size of days I've had to wait time to seal our fate behind the way stalking and hunting calcinized center of the most darkened soul blind realization always saw them out of the corner of eye never contact.

heaven inside your hell can never heal all the broken angels tattered wings torn covered in soot and emasculated soaring to the depths of extinction hunted by hooven gloved demons awaken to find misery inside this lie creation heaven inside your hell light slips away from darkness welcoming deceit past all rational thought she invites me inside safe and warm heaven inside your hell madness slowly closing in no solitude or sanctuary in sight heaven inside your hell for a single moment I truly forgot this life ignorance so glorious a heaven inside your hell. dirt stained smoke fills the air all around blindness covers pragmatic destiny with no tongue to speak of the meat shattered shadows allowing my focus to return will I ever learn there is no heaven inside, no heaven inside of hell.