0 Members and 2 Guests are viewing this topic.
Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even theleast of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearinga latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letteris a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethalto speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of theremission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is atask for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in thedenial of free will: perinde ac cadaver!