Prophetess: End Times .001
"There's something shallow in the way she moves. It's like the whole world is beneath her and she's just the cusp on the top, able to stare down at us and see everything we do... for what it means to us. I know she sees things in ways no one else can, I know she understands things other people don't even know is real, but still... doesn't it seem suspicious to you? Doesn't it seem like the road we're headed on is already known to her, like she knows what it's going to cost us to go down this path, and she's not telling us what to look forward to for a reason?"
The world is a place of sorrow, living amidst its own tears
In the breath of each night is a moment, one that sings its name
And nothing can call itself home to cancel the way of its life
And nothing can bring the center that balances all of its parts.
The turmoil of life is a known tale in the ancient of ways
They told by parables and hymns the messages of the way things are
And in their telling they unveiled the grasp of the human heart
Living tumutuously amidst the falling natural world.
"Don't you think to? That the way she proclaims things is too strong? Don't you just find yourself believing it's all too good to be true? Look around you, the world is in turmoil and everything is threatening to collapse; yet don't we all feel that impossible calm, like nothing can go wrong? We know it's all going to end, we know that nothing is going to survive this. How can we be so calm? What if it's so we can't run away?
Do you even know what happened to Scheffer? He was here just a few days ago, calm and pacified like the rest of us... but his diary... I read his diary. He wasn't calm on the inside, he was in conflict! He tried to leave to solve for the safety of his kids, he tried to make things right with his family... but they caught him. Don't you know that? He's in one of the rooms in the bunker, you know, where we're not allowed to go! Something fishy is happening here, and if we don't wise up we're all going to get leeched."
Nothing came with them into the place of the hallows
They were left alone, and alone did they eat of the flesh
The world is a heart-shaped nightmare on the inside
And no one is going home any more, never again.
There is something pulsating in the humn of each chapter
An enlightened thought that crawls out into the world
Just as soon as one closes the book to set it aside
The horror is no longer in the ink, but in the flesh instead.
"We're not here to bide our time, we're here for a purpose and it's one that only she truly understands. What if we're here to be sacrifices? What is it that she truly wants of us? We're all hunted, we're all bound to be hanged! Wait! I'm trying to tell you that everything we think we're standing for isn't what's here for us! Everything we think that we're doing is a veil that's hidden the truth! Please, tell me you've heard of it, tell me you've heard of her sacred veil!
It's that she can conceal anything from anyone, even when it's right in front of them. If you don't think of it on your own, you'll never see it! It's a horror, this is a horror story, we're all sacrifices! Can't you see that?! She means to take us apart one by one for her alter, we're just here to offer our flesh! What can a ritual like that truly serve? She promised us a new world! But we're going to die here! We're going to die like this..."
The world is a place that calls out in its grief to be saved
No one misses the point that they are alive with good reason
It is the nature of man to believe he belongs, whether or not
He does belong, in his own mind, and seeks his fulfillment.
So the world looks at him, and presumes he must belong
For he is full in his works and ways of the nature to prove so
He claims his importance and takes it on high, for himself,
And he is proven to have purpose and meaning, so he is saved.
The world is a place of sorrow, living amidst its own tears
In the breath of each night is a moment, one that sings its name
And nothing can call itself home to cancel the way of its life
And nothing can bring the center that balances all of its parts.
The turmoil of life is a known tale in the ancient of ways
They told by parables and hymns the messages of the way things are
And in their telling they unveiled the grasp of the human heart
Living tumutuously amidst the falling natural world.
"Don't you think to? That the way she proclaims things is too strong? Don't you just find yourself believing it's all too good to be true? Look around you, the world is in turmoil and everything is threatening to collapse; yet don't we all feel that impossible calm, like nothing can go wrong? We know it's all going to end, we know that nothing is going to survive this. How can we be so calm? What if it's so we can't run away?
Do you even know what happened to Scheffer? He was here just a few days ago, calm and pacified like the rest of us... but his diary... I read his diary. He wasn't calm on the inside, he was in conflict! He tried to leave to solve for the safety of his kids, he tried to make things right with his family... but they caught him. Don't you know that? He's in one of the rooms in the bunker, you know, where we're not allowed to go! Something fishy is happening here, and if we don't wise up we're all going to get leeched."
Nothing came with them into the place of the hallows
They were left alone, and alone did they eat of the flesh
The world is a heart-shaped nightmare on the inside
And no one is going home any more, never again.
There is something pulsating in the humn of each chapter
An enlightened thought that crawls out into the world
Just as soon as one closes the book to set it aside
The horror is no longer in the ink, but in the flesh instead.
"We're not here to bide our time, we're here for a purpose and it's one that only she truly understands. What if we're here to be sacrifices? What is it that she truly wants of us? We're all hunted, we're all bound to be hanged! Wait! I'm trying to tell you that everything we think we're standing for isn't what's here for us! Everything we think that we're doing is a veil that's hidden the truth! Please, tell me you've heard of it, tell me you've heard of her sacred veil!
It's that she can conceal anything from anyone, even when it's right in front of them. If you don't think of it on your own, you'll never see it! It's a horror, this is a horror story, we're all sacrifices! Can't you see that?! She means to take us apart one by one for her alter, we're just here to offer our flesh! What can a ritual like that truly serve? She promised us a new world! But we're going to die here! We're going to die like this..."
The world is a place that calls out in its grief to be saved
No one misses the point that they are alive with good reason
It is the nature of man to believe he belongs, whether or not
He does belong, in his own mind, and seeks his fulfillment.
So the world looks at him, and presumes he must belong
For he is full in his works and ways of the nature to prove so
He claims his importance and takes it on high, for himself,
And he is proven to have purpose and meaning, so he is saved.