(no subject)
there is an order to my deviation.....three came before you....and their dynamic has yet to be fallied....i have released the sphinx....and now our flesh must be forgotten....confusion must not be mistaken for fear....and you are no longer a child of divinty....and though this is all but derived from the weaknesses spun within the roots that split the earth beneath my father's house...we shall not let our egos rule....for it is the spine of one in which we all find balance....the manifestation of desecration shall not only be embraced, but the light the penetrates these cracks in our unconcious...(starting small but growing in time)....shall bleed upon the grass below....a seed has been sown...and one wild eye burns through all the indecison....calling to you....turn to me....