The Charnel Vaults

Should the remains speak to the charnel heap, just what would the corpse claim?

Possibly, "All that guy is, is of but dust and water, as well as he believes he's a big deal?".

Or perchance, "In the end, man is hence, evaporable! And that is that!".

What would the catacombs claim to all this?

" Down here it is simply cool, drafty with moist wall surfaces, with deposits that are decaying, decaying, releasing silence, and also foul scents?".

That's to say, so I promote them?

I believe they might speculate, "All the knowledge of the human race can be taken into one head, why so many? We need more space!".

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Maybe a statement-question might arise: male is however a packed camel that snuck out of the deep dark Edenic vales long ago!

And given that all he has done is go with the flow, or the groups of geese, just what much more can God anticipate!

And then there are those that look for the irretainable plunder and booty, beyond redemption. Exactly what does God believe?

Sadly, man, if he has not walled himself into the similarity the 'Gardens of Babylon and also their wicked means, akin to Sodom and also Gomorra and their in discretional methods' what then, has he done?

And also just what he has done is essentially in support of the crimson devils, given them the legal rights to devour him, when his time comes!

Demons, like evil spirits as well as vultures they look and crave captives, understanding the mysteries of guy's desires as well as nature: be it, primitive silence, or shout and splendor or a scare-imaginable romance!

They wish to bring humanity to Hell's un-chartable extreme.

To demonstrate scary with their numerous count in horned heads, as well as devil like tails.

To put them in their funeral safes never ever to return.

Instilling coeval in generations to find, into the yet to be birthed souls, by proxy.

While the prime taskmaster, is still active: therefore, instill vertigo chaos, as well as delirium.

From the mud-brick towers of perdition, they curse, and have actually long yawned for male to be part of their misery.

In Eden's ebon corners, came desolation, troublous scary to the coasts of all mankind in those latter days, after Adam and Eve were thrown out; Today, God's tribulation, as well as tests by confidence are hanging on a hinge, with a thin thread, as slim as a crawlers silk like strand.

All this mankind was originated way back when, and that when is now involving an end, possibly we will be the least existed species the earth as ever before recognized.

I doubt male will survive this coming generation; his termination is around the corner.

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In the worm gardens of porphyry, holds all the king's, incorrect clergy, ex-presidents, guvs, mayors, kings, autocrats of market, of old, as well as new.

Done in enchained, in a huge crawler caged like cell, in the deep intestines of planet's putrefying cold-.

Currently so old is this huge room, so dirtied with an oversupply of white worms, they are woven right into coats, and garments to keep the dictators cozy.

Over the enormous room, paces the Hydra-headed Demon, the keeper.

With a venomous love for his special visitors because of his enjoyments gauged in tortures.

Such as abusing with Cacophonic, jarring audios.

Appears of wicked Dom that chills the marrow in the bones, and also clogs the blood, chokes the heart, and vibrates one's tissue.

He has his rogues, continuously beating on the tabor drums, with the enormous music of the fifer, twisting ones prune wrinkled skin, to burst degree.

He goes down vampire bat oil on their heads from above, as well as lights them ablaze.

He places a wrangling python around alls ribs and also breasts, and also orders the python to crinkle.

It's just merely his home entertainment.

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And so we, you and also I, we're sent of darkness into a stirring world of air and twilight-.

Sent forth by our elder's eons back, via fathomless births as well as rejuvenations, from sullen blackness surged and also deformed space and time, to this unusual stage in time and also area, in a certain place, from a land of no reflection of previously.

Looking on the parapets to discover our designer, breaking down infernal walls and also doors, on our way, winding up in the Charnel Vaults-.

Several of us being saved by the blood of Christ!

Others moaning with the demons, the very ones that imprisoned them, us!

Done in some allied brotherhood, with demonian Lords that pass through the planet, awaiting for the forthcoming predictions; waiting on Christ's return!