A cry of pain pierces through my heart, beholding the damage this love has wrought. The word that had been our shield now turns its face away.
Decay spreads like fire through every heart. The bonds that had joined us torn bleeding apart. Hope, the final illusion to fall.
Deus Irae. What name is this carved in slaughter before me? Deus Interitus, Deus Legis, whose name is "I Am" and "Thou Shalt Not."
Our frailty projects divinity, casting splendor in broken hearts. Broken minds see the guiding hand at the end of their arm.
What matters life if each breath is to serve and slave toward a higher, immortal form?
And what if it's all a lie? No shelter above, a brief, brilliant spark out of darkness and to darkness returning.
I will not fear, the dark is my guide, to smother my will and stifle all light. The prodigal son to the pyre returned to burn the hand, the tongue of the liar.
Deus Irae. Cast down the perverted law, a cairn to cursed rot. Deus Interitus, by your own hand deceived. My vengeance a cruel blade that will justice see.
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