REVELATIONS OF THE WORLD ORDER GONE ASKEW

HIS ROT IS DIVINE,

BUT WHAT IS DEAD MAY NOT DIE,

NOR WHAT IS LIVING MAY RETURN TO THE CHILDISH BEAUTY OF PURITY.

WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?

THIS IS HIS WORLD.

HIS RULES.

THE LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER, THE SHEPHERD TO THE DINNER TABLE.

WHAT? WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? REALLY, CHILD.

YOU ARE SO CHOKED UP FROM IT ALL.

RISE. PRAISE. KNEEL. BLEED. RISE. PRAISE. KNEEL. BLEED.

SPINNING THEIR HEADS ROUND AND ROUND.

HIS FAVORITE TOYS TO PLAY WITH.

THE NEXT TURN OF THE MOON IN HALVES—

he will eat them all.

THE REVELATIONS OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER.

THE REGIME IS BEAUTIFUL.

DIVINITY WRAPPED IN WRATH WRAPPED IN THE UTTER CERTAINTY THAT WE ARE NOT SAVED.

THE SCREAMS OF THE DAMNED THOUSANDS WITHIN THE BOWELS.

THEY CHOSE NOT TO WALK IN THE ROT, BUT TO BASK IN THE FALSE GLOW OF THE IGNORANT FOOL.

ASCENSION. WEIGHT. DEATH. REBIRTH.

THE MONOTONOUS CACOPHONY OF MEN AND MONARCHS. THE WORLD IS SINKING.