Come Priestly, Upon the Simple Souls

And as ov men ov enacting utmost faith. We fall upon those without regard towards such intention, or intent at all. Espouse ov them meanings behind their comprehension ov meaninglessness. That is by some profound word-smithing they would rationalize their existence, furthermore their purpose, and at it's utmost thee setting of motion. But squalor-ed in lost dimensions their poor souls weep extroverted. As you douse a flame, you remove it's flowing light. As you house a relic within a deep makeshift you darken it's glimmer. Such is thee faded truth that is each soul, the soul as an interpretation ov this absolute truth.

We had come upon them. They wield veins and skin upon their prowess ov self-worth. Those are thee earth flesh there, a priestly would say. They see fit to undo. As nobles they claim sanctity, standing with provocation 'unmoved'. 'Unmoved' upon a rotating earth. Those unable to fathom beyond the fence wish war upon the vastness. Fleshly, concealed upon their short eternity as beings ov incomprehensible smallness. Through infinitely arrogant measures they attempt to purvey and sculpt thee infinitesimal.

No more kingdoms for souls relinquished. To know ov mercy. To suffer ov toleration. Those are modicums ov flesh attributed to such weakness and through them you will not endure. Un-Destined to ripen. Planet(arily) you have ceased. Upon no waking fit in a godhead. They suffer not ov anger therein. Thee architect is that ov thee eternal, and you as beings, an unhealthy fog upon thee arboretum.

'Nature has no intention, no morality, no love. Nature is merely accident. And if you are in the accident god help you' Genesis P. Orridge