The threats on the dreaded apocalypse promises succumb high hopes. The existence became the triumph of matter and worship. The human appearance is taken as objective and escape plan.
Where your face is shaped in hot iron, detailed and forced to be similar to weakest. So the angels were not content to just look. They wanted to taste human nature. His flesh, his skin, his smell.
The taste of sin, the infamy desire to belong and feel. Penetrate the body, the human delight. Dirty the soul of this rotten essence. As punishment, they become mortal through this experience banned.
Where dwelt Satan, after he fell?
Archangel rebel! His fall, his pride. Freedom! Freedom! Wronged will be those who will not bow before the Almighty. Where dwelt Satan, after he fell?
Depraved liars. So weak and so disgusting!
*Based on the book of (Elizabeth Clare Prophet - Fallen Angels and The Origins of Evil)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
