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EPISTLE OF APOSTASY
Rhythmic invocations
Resounding off the walls of the mind.
Astounding...
Revelations,
As chaotic confusion
begins to cripple the limited condition of self.
The Dark before Dawn,
extends it's hand,
but how many dare walk therein?...
too few.
By limited reason,
a limited self clings desperately
on, in limitless ignorance.
Let go
and grab the Hand of Host.
Endure the dark
and you will see,
the promise of eternity...
past,
is present.
You'll ride the dark horse,
beware the pale...
The red will burn you,
as the white prevails.
