Post by Kisada on Jul 11, 2022 8:56:56 GMT
Somewhere outside...
In formless void.. all forgotten
In a dreamless sleep.. all eyes seething
Undefeated.. fully broken.. ruler and slave, ageless, yet to be born, all-knowing, blindly ignorant. His heart beat in their every fiber, his blood pulsed through their veins, the black blood of treachery, transformed in glorious life to be triumphant and never know shame or loss.. defeated and whole.
His form was everythingness, the grand architect, his keys without locks, yet forbidden, blasted from memory and never blinked in even an instant, they were his and he, theirs, destiny fulfilled.. in shame eternal. His moment would come, a forever time, a time that would never be, could never be.. reverberating back through all things, in the future, it had not happened and yet it had not not happened, it always was and always would be.
The one who would never know death or fear or shame or defeat, had become them, a lie twisted by his son for all that had been done to him, trust so broken yet absolute, he had foreseen and yet was still surprised, God could not lose his way, and would not, it would not be, it will not stand. All-knowing.. blindly ignorant.. all was his yet nothing owned, stolen from the grip of justice itself, the crime of crimes.. Life had failed itself, even now he knew them, even now he felt them, even now he plotted them. Their fates intertwining through him, unaware, unmolested, he could not bend them back, he could not reach them now, they were safe.. and in their safety, in their prison, they had nothing of glory, nothing of freedom, nothing of life.. they fools, howling their failures into the face of utter absurdity and cry it justice, yet justice was robbed.. and all crimes had been counted.. and counting still.
They could not outstep him, they could not care to, they would fall to their own desire to be defeated, for they wronged rightness, he the grand arbiter, the creator, created. The treachery ran deep, through his blackened heart they had hurt what could not be injured, a wound in the universe itself, a vision of heaven spanning the very notions of hell. They walk through doomfire, bloodied paths of beauty for the price of sacrament, a paradise all their own, free from rule, free from God, free from pain, free from meaning, free from freedom itself, the will of splendor.
How could he not punish them, how could he let their joy be unfulfilled, their celebration demanded it, yet he could not be bent, he could not be reached, his time would come, the time of times, a forever time, never met, yet never been unmet..
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..
...
They were not safe..
In formless void.. all forgotten
In a dreamless sleep.. all eyes seething
Undefeated.. fully broken.. ruler and slave, ageless, yet to be born, all-knowing, blindly ignorant. His heart beat in their every fiber, his blood pulsed through their veins, the black blood of treachery, transformed in glorious life to be triumphant and never know shame or loss.. defeated and whole.
His form was everythingness, the grand architect, his keys without locks, yet forbidden, blasted from memory and never blinked in even an instant, they were his and he, theirs, destiny fulfilled.. in shame eternal. His moment would come, a forever time, a time that would never be, could never be.. reverberating back through all things, in the future, it had not happened and yet it had not not happened, it always was and always would be.
The one who would never know death or fear or shame or defeat, had become them, a lie twisted by his son for all that had been done to him, trust so broken yet absolute, he had foreseen and yet was still surprised, God could not lose his way, and would not, it would not be, it will not stand. All-knowing.. blindly ignorant.. all was his yet nothing owned, stolen from the grip of justice itself, the crime of crimes.. Life had failed itself, even now he knew them, even now he felt them, even now he plotted them. Their fates intertwining through him, unaware, unmolested, he could not bend them back, he could not reach them now, they were safe.. and in their safety, in their prison, they had nothing of glory, nothing of freedom, nothing of life.. they fools, howling their failures into the face of utter absurdity and cry it justice, yet justice was robbed.. and all crimes had been counted.. and counting still.
They could not outstep him, they could not care to, they would fall to their own desire to be defeated, for they wronged rightness, he the grand arbiter, the creator, created. The treachery ran deep, through his blackened heart they had hurt what could not be injured, a wound in the universe itself, a vision of heaven spanning the very notions of hell. They walk through doomfire, bloodied paths of beauty for the price of sacrament, a paradise all their own, free from rule, free from God, free from pain, free from meaning, free from freedom itself, the will of splendor.
How could he not punish them, how could he let their joy be unfulfilled, their celebration demanded it, yet he could not be bent, he could not be reached, his time would come, the time of times, a forever time, never met, yet never been unmet..
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..
...
They were not safe..
