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Our Becoming End
From afar, flickering obscure and somber, a visionary flame of iniquity in a setting of darkness, glistening as a ebony pearl.

Inexplicable! Darkness transcending darkness? Previous sins irreproachable? Rubbish, only fools would concede to such beliefs, and yet, I stagger in folly.

"To be or not to be..." a question of mortals. "We are because we choose to be..." a statement of gods, yielding to a refine form of sin. Truly, the Creator doesn't approve, yet he lays dormant to take punitive action.

Where art thou Yahweh, while justice plays hide-and-seek? Oh, think nothing of my forthrightness. I speak out of concern, not mockery.

We are creatures to be loath, evolving into the spitting likeness of satan. Wretched buffoons, how dare we mimic a trifling whore who values not our lives.

Why our existence to such becoming? Mercy, Mighty One, end us now; never to be again. Should we continue to degrade your blessing of Life?

Lower than a snake's belly we are, priding on hate, war and mistrust. What we sow, no question to what we deserve to reap... JUDGEMENT DAY.