Buses overturning, planes crashing, suicide bombings, and pastors being targeted.. Or.. How powerful Ive become.. (pardon my arrogance, but such victory I cannot let pass unspoken.. Remember, witch and shadowdancer, remember the past.. The game has not ended, not nearly ended, it is just beginning.. I shall, in this darkly moment, disclose for those of you who hadnt discovered it before, the meaning of the title of this little Magickal piece of Art of mine: The Golden Army of Death..) So again, I say thee Sister, Sister Black and Sister Bliss, why go through such a trouble when all is needed is to point a finger, one that is hanged of a hand that is drowned in passion and emotion?... When memories are still so fresh, painful memories so fresh with the stench of drowned and burnt bodies, and bodies left breathless?... Is it not ours to pay them our respects by giving the wrongdoers and their progenitors the price that theyve had coming for ages in time?.. That time, it is now, its been now for long, and the momentum is still charging, with each new step I take, with each new awareness awakened to, I grow stronger, I, Black Child of your Minds, of the witches dark womb born, I have come to bring a balance long forgotten.. Tell the world, that the Lawless One is awake, the dust has been shed from my lap my beautiful Sisters of the Black Art.. In Nomine Serpens.. Ego Intus Diabolus..
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:47:46 +0000
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