(A lone voice whispers)
In the twenty-first century, is this a frightening thing to read or see?
The abuse of all forms of humanity by such cruel people.
Bound by such evil pagan rituals. Linked to dark, insidious acts of depravity.
And being left with the silent question?
Will any God put us out of our misery, and punish those responsible with swift justice for so many unknown casualties?
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(A lone voice whispers)
In the deepest of my wildest lucid dreams, she always comes my way. And as the waking world dims, her shadow appears like a familiar shade. Slowly walking in.
Like a haunting love song, my soul's only angel over my guarded bed. I can't erase.
Opening a secret portal above where I lie to another realm where we can play. Telling me to take her hand, so we can slip away through its black gates.
No more worn or tired but too brave to consiouness retire.
We always fly as two, entwined into the grey smoke and translucent blue. And as always, while we fly, she always whispers, "Do you love me as much as I love you?"
And I always answer like the wild chancer I am.
"As much as Adam loved Eve, for in me do believe as we fly. The king and You, his queen, into the dark rift of The Great In-Between.
As watching angels sing as we are seen.
Oh rejoice! They have returned. The two once more reunited until dawn's new light.
The white feather and the flame. Praise be their names.
Oh, rejoice. Praise be they return tomorrow night.
Praise be. Oh, rejoice."
And so we fly into the smoky halls of the Greatest of Games. Spiritual lovers forever entwined until the day we die.
The White Feather and the Flame.
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Foundation.
Nullae altae cuniculis aut altis muris te servabunt
Deus enim venit in lucem, quam semel dedit
Nocentius verum pudoris ambulationem cognoscet
Cum concentu detestabili clamores intentionum
Ubi quisque bene servatum nomen suum clamat
Nunc sanguine et dolore ablue
Iustitia et poena soli erunt clamoribus qui implent aerem
Animae vulneratae in ignominiam plangunt
Hoc multoties ante factum est
Et iterum hanc gloriosam ianuam tenebo
Omnes nocentes grave pretium solvet
Iis qui nummum aureum accipiunt in quacunque forma nova
Munus vel quidlibet aliud, quod alios mittunt ad immolandum
Corrupti acolythi aliquid tam vetus
Quod non potest esse nisi unum judicium, quod semper praedictum est
Omnes tristes animae, quae libenter AnitiChristo servire voluerunt
Sub gladio Christi merentur poni
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TranslationThat time is soon coming when no one can no longer run and hide
No deep tunnels or high walls will save you
For God is coming for a light he once gave you
The guilty shall know the true walk of shame
With a symphony of hateful cries of intent
Where everyone shouts out their once well-kept name
Now awash with blood and pain
Justice and punishment will be the only screams that fill the air
As their wounded souls lament in shame
This has happened many times before
And once more I'll hold open this glorious door
All the guilty will pay a heavy price
For those who take a golden coin in whatever new form
A bribe or anything else as they send others out to be sacrificed
Corrupted acolytes of something so old
That there can only be one judgement as it's always been foretold
That all those sad souls who willingly chose to serve The AnitiChrist
Deserve to be put under the sharp sword of Christ
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Grief
(A sad voice whispers)
And so beyond all what God or gods can even say or do.
We, too, will all someday mysteriously die deep inside.
Every day, when we're forever apart.
From those whose sweet memories we still in good faith confide.
From those, we truly love, living or dead, without any known religious or spiritual relief.
Those invisible ghosts to all known mortal watchers.
Depending upon your spiritual beliefs.
To become lone soldiers like so many others.
In a vast never-ending army.
At one and serving the non-judgemental grey lady.
The true queen of all broken hearts.
Called and known to the selected few.
The true goddess we are born to worship from the start.
Dolor.
For everything dies.
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The Voice in the Shadows
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that curiosity can be the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire?
An irrepressible longing from emotions, many hidden fires.
That awakens convulsions in the newly possessed.
Of secretive things once never felt or expressed.
To the heavy loads, signalling the quiet redesigning of a pure soul.
As it explores new goals?
Like the falling of a tear, the feeling of fear or the bright sunshine of a rare smile?
Which shines like real gold in illuminated green eyes.
Trying desperately to devour all things before they die.
Only to then hear one day in God's low whispers:
"Did you seek curiosities only goals, the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire, my child?
When they were all presented by the Devil, and its insidiously lit warm fires.
Before you died?
To tempt you like Eve, right out of the blue?
Or did you try to stay pure with all the divine gifts I once gave you?
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