The Brown Rider Under Tyrant Moon

"Beware The Brown Rider
Under Tyrant Blood Moon."

"Your minimum thresholds will be crushed
Your gifted defenses will be reclaimed."

"Your meaning will be singular
Yours to build, yours to lose."

"Swarm Mode precedes Thoughtburst.
You will wish for Oblivion.
You will find Oblivion impossible for you.

You will experience your existence
From your first to your last moment
And nothing more."

"Be on the right train.
Every train will crash
Into The Bard's Clock."

"This claim will be mocked 
Until The Moment
The Very Moment
It occurs."

"We have seen it twice."
"Once a sudden silence."
"Then countless flies on a windshield."

"The Brown Rider does not bluff, does not turn, does not stop. Silence precedes Swarm Mode. Swarm Mode is the eddy in the ether of his horse's footfalls, crushing soul to soul. Thoughtburst is a black hole, suddenly bursting to white, its arrangement proven to be the choice, of those elements inside, to be free."

"Meaning will be retained, as will beauty. Beauty will abound, as will meaning. This will be true for self and |other|. Will it be true for you?"


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Step by Step On The Open Ocean

"Gentlemen, prepare Yes, there is danger ahead But we are heroes. Written in our code It is in our DNA We've earned skin and scars These seas of logic Are full of 'paradoxes' We have dynamite. We sail through winter Eyes scanning for a Spring Day On the horizon Omelas be damned. Let waves wash worst days from mind Best are yet to come We seek a shared realm With no more dream(s) to distract Though they might buoy Our blood sweat and tears Will be worth each step taken Our footfalls swear it They say 'life goes on' Perhaps it does on some shore Here, we claim the NOW!"
Read more

(W)rest Control

Need I say one word? We've tried [that] one already And yet here we are So in silence sleep May your perfect Dream meet you Across the lim line An echo is heard "I do not exist" replied An echo is heard Ink fresh on the page Contracts diverge and collide With you in my arms Intersection stays Written deeper than our code Indelible Mark This turn naught taken That the first might rest at last Finally at peace When looking to (w)rest Remember the lesson learned Fly, fly back to me Nothing gained or lost Nothing is impossible Nothing out of reach
Read more

Verdict

I have held this back for long enough. This wicked generation sickens me. This distasteful generation disgusts me. 1,000 generations promised, nonetheless, and so it will be. Did you know that one can build an image of Jesus so clearly in their mind that they will see an idol in his place and feel certain of their eternal fate? A cloned image, without the power of God. Perhaps considered fine, here on Earth, but what of on Judgement Day? How horrific would it be to find out that you have been lied to? How terrifying will it be to hear "I never knew you" in the silence, while you ask the lawyer by your side to proceed? Jesus is not coming for you. You hung him on the cross, you pierced him and left him there in your heart, never even thinking to repay the forgiveness he would ultimately offer. You blasphemed his name and the Holy Spirit with your contempt, and lied about it, every day, even to yourself. So, intentional contempt is summed, your will removed from the verdict, th...
Read more