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I was birthed of age and whole

in a flowing stream rippled with crimson blood

born of a decrepit kiss;

mouth open, wailing at the blemished sky,

foul coloured clouds baiting the sun

momentary pain, the growth of the ungod,

the genesis of the second betrayal.



Judas appears to me,

He speaks in transparent human tone

of Christ's deceptive trickery on man,

the weak morale of a promised paradise,the dead wander aimless, hopeless, uneasy.

That heaven and hell are one,

divided only by a worldless wrath.

Conquered by no god, small or great, they war endlessly

two powers, equally matched, fateless, but for never ending battle.

While the man-ape crawls the earth looking for elysium,

searching for something to hold,

something to grasp:

language, air, an understanding of the skydom azure.



Humankind abandons reason for egoism,

leading them to the darkened periphery

life is given so shall it be taken

leaving the reek of ineffable fragility.

I ponder in the center of the nine boulders,

aligned for past rituale.



Lightening  breaks above my head

rain falling so hard it melts the Judas' form

leaving me alone in this wilderness.

The water, it soaks my skin

runs rivers through my veins

It is the god's rain

and I am ungrateful for it..



The sign of what is to come,

marks me and delivers it's plan;

I am to put an end to this conflict

it is not as was thought:

I was born to bring about the god's demise

and claim the above and what is under dirt...



The story of creation and utopia wronged, the ending incomplete...

For I am what armagedda tells of....