IRC-Galleria

"Take my hand" A devilish form whispered.
I took it as advice, took a hold of that hand, the journey began.
It was a journey which many people or entity would call perilous.

This androgynic entity led me trough purgatory, damnation, salvation, resurrection. Time and time again restoring me as something that I did not ever want to be. This made me to this abomination that I am now, Useless, torn into pieces, Obsolete in any single way possible to imagine.
Even the mighty lords from below were not able to bear the sight of me,
Yet think that they would admit me passage trough their lands.

I am just a horrid form of everything that no one should ever be, not even my worst enemies.

I am afraid that there is nothing that can save me from this.
Or if there is, please help me get trough this time of need,
Need for something to turn me away from this path of damnation.

Salvation lies in the ash of the flesh,
In the blood of the saint
Revelation spelled damnation
To those abandoned of the Heretics shade

The Order of the Shadow will ease their pain
The Saint has come to speak now:
Hear the Gospel of the Fallen

Afferte mihi mortem da mihi laudens serpens

The end of the cancer that has eaten away
At our so called sins and lies
On the back of the slave nations
Who never served the penitent

The Order of the Shadow will ease their pain
The Saint has come to speak now:
Hear the Gospel of the Fallen

Afferte mihi mortem da mihi laudens serpens
Though must repent to save the soul
We will walk in the light

Out of nothingness, into darkness.
Darkness that will last forevermore, or will it?

Highly doubtful, this darkness may be cleared trough your own imagination.

Let's say that you want to get out of this darkness,
Imagine a happy place.
For some it is next to a loved one,
For some it is a place where there is no sound, only silence.

Whichever suits your needs the most, Imagine it.
Keep the vision of that place clear in your mind as you pace trough this darkness.

It just might get you trough it.

And me?
I made up my mind to stay in this dark, cold place.
Seems cozy enough for me.

Chain, Rope and a Collar,
Closer, just a bit closer, caught you,
Collar around your neck, Chained up, under control.
Mind, Body and Soul, Soon to follow,
All to lessen my sorrow.

My wish, Your duty.
I control, You will follow.

Just a touch, slowly filling the holes the past has made.
Just a few words with you, makes the warmth come trough.
Words turn into sentences, sentences turn into conversations,
Conversations, which set new destinations.
Destinations, towards great adventures
Adventures, adventures with you, towards greater understanding between our worlds, minds, even bodies.
There is a connection, found trough the massive junctions of the universe.
A Connection, Slowly turning into a bond between two greater minds and mights.