A Call, Clarion beyond the quenching noise and mumblings of a world directing men to Mouth of Chaos. For so long have you been separated that now your sour arrogance seems sweet and the voice of Elders having forgotten law and righteousness, willingly lead to Destruction’s Embrace waiting. Silence of mind and temper not known and meditation upon the brilliance of Sovereign Direction ignored we are left to our own merciless pursuit of conquest, war and forgotten peace. Tis time, no beyond moments gained to stop our eager onslaught of a world set aside and approach Grace in the only manner it may be received with humility of purpose and timely understanding of eternity.

We have promised ourselves safety, peace and a plucking from the fires to which our children are fed as kindling. Impervious to the wisdom of our ancestral folly we march with Abandon into the unprotected lands of consuming, unquenchable flame. We seek immolation found in our self loathing running petulant from the Greatest of Love’s offerings, innocence in God. Prophets holler, Pastors pretend and oracles find fancy in golden earrings lain before their opulence as pretext for filthy rubric. Delusion fashioned of immoral wanderings lay loam for the rumblings now heard distant from Heaven’s failure to contain God’s Wrath. We lay sacrifice and offering when obedience and faith alone are salve for God’s Madness caste righteously upon humanity unlistening.

Gone are the suppositions and sanctuaries pre-told by laboring mouths of morons, mockers caught in self worship and violators of God’s Holy Warning to never misuse the Call. We are bound for a hell we were never expected venture a conquered realm designed eternal penitentiary for the Fallen, now everlasting home of those who could not see salvation plainly as the rock of stumbling struck their toes repeatedly. We are left to follow madmen, honored by fools, chasing barron’s promised by deception as lemmings or pigs to the lake’s depth, plunged to darkness and eternal fire by spirit’s repeated dissemble. What promise lay beyond that which God can offer? None shall be found only heartache in a lava bath beyond the Hall’s of God’s Free offer in forgiveness and Hope. For choice we follow nightmare, for plunder we embrace the murderous whispers of the dark, for fear of shadow we turn from the healing power of light, into the void we set ourselves prisoner.

What then of men who now warn you with parched throats and bulging forearms pulling with all their might to turn the boat about? Shall their warning be humbly dismissed in Naught’s Perilous night of lustful quest to escape the Truth, replaced in Mind’s palsy and recalcitrant prayer? Shall the reprobate suddenly adhere to caution and reason’s thundering siren, pleading, pitching, clutching for hand or hair to pull you back from abysmal shame? With abandon driven by God’s Holy Love for all they throw themselves across levies path in hope that stumbling breaks leg or ankle, forcing retreat. But it is not simply the body that obeys the shadow’s call but the vacant heart filled with self defined nirvana, rainbow bridges and snuffed candles bereft of spark or fuel. Irony’s laughter shall be the last sound as darkness consumed in eternal flame welcomes them to everlasting onslaught.