"You are just, O Holy One, who
are and were,
for you have judged these things;
because they shed the blood of
saints and prophets,
you have given them blood to
drink.
It is what they deserve!"
Revelations 16:5-7
are and were,
for you have judged these things;
because they shed the blood of
saints and prophets,
you have given them blood to
drink.
It is what they deserve!"
Revelations 16:5-7
Ramparts rekindled only to fall once more; eyes to open merely in the bowels of darkness; mended hearts to shatter over a bitter fist: existence of the bleak and redundant. What has been shall always be, and what will be has always been. From beginning to end, the belittled seek only completion, as do the completed seek simplicity. Pain is to constitute solace, and solace will bring pain. In the end, altruistic acts will dwell in the eyes of the selfish no more. In the end, a beginning will rise from the ashes.
So when the woman saw
that the tree was good for food, and
that it was a delight to the eyes, and
that the tree was to be desired to make
one wise, she took of its fruit and ate;
and she also gave some to her husband,
who was with her, and he ate.
Then the eyes of both were opened,
and they knew that they were naked;
and they sewed fig leaves together and
made loincloths for themselves.
Genesis 3:6-7
that the tree was good for food, and
that it was a delight to the eyes, and
that the tree was to be desired to make
one wise, she took of its fruit and ate;
and she also gave some to her husband,
who was with her, and he ate.
Then the eyes of both were opened,
and they knew that they were naked;
and they sewed fig leaves together and
made loincloths for themselves.
Genesis 3:6-7
A galaxy’s innocence tarnished by its flesh and blood; its fruits devoured by those it created. The underlings rising against the creator for a joy of carnage and debauchery: but above all, the desire for the power and knowledge of gods. With every malicious bite in the hopes of carving at individual glory, a somber entity sheds its last tear of relent. The ministers of REM no longer find recantation possible following millennia of the galaxy’s suffering, and bonds to avarice require a dissolution only a revelation may redress. The Revelation of Ancients.
***
Soft shafts of light plummeted through cobwebbed rafters, amongst slated glasses of crystal and marble, between pillars holding-high a mantel of joyless – however elegant – bodies of gold, and finally into a hardened bed smelling perpetually of sweat and anxiety. Intricate emblems, revealing beasts of insidious brawn engaged in the attempts of slaughtering valiant warriors showered in white, decorated the chamber to an eerie result. With their jagged teeth gleaming in each snap of the sun’s golden fingertips, an animation of battle harnessed the room’s aura by its roots. Slowly the pasty face of an emaciated man began to shudder beneath a blinding beam, gradually subjugating his face to the light of morning. Steadily, the eyelids once frozen in sleep arched upwards, assiduously fighting an intense reluctance to fully succumb to the broad of day. However in time, the full sapphire hue flushed the figure’s face and a cerulean glow pulsated from his once desolate eyes.
"Today…"