posted on Jan, 27 2009 @ 07:07 PM
Message to all children of the Gods.
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Богови су деца
dieux, les enfants.
Verily, Children of the Gods. Time nears prophecy of the sages. Our destiny is closer, vivid and absolute. Truth shall compass within light and in
darkness. For it is us, who will scintillate through the artifice of diabolos, the perpetrators whose slanderous nature subterfuges the Children of
the Gods for centennial times. Those who whispered the falsehood, those who articulated cunning redemption and incited false hope into despair,
disquietude and the dimming of essence, will find their dour heaven within the devoid constant of aeon's.
Forsaken not in delight, but in misery. Children of the Gods, Your lament is your redemption, your misgiving the vigor of opulence. Integrity will not
haste from us, you've touched the finite juncture within muteness, been deceived by the malignant, but have been distinguished by the Gods. Infected
by falsehood, the imperative bliss of essence.
Fear, despair. Efface the antithesis. Whom to know the alert, the brilliance the ambiguousness of eternal Gods, for they've known you within your
encumbrance of the bewildered. IT is you, in solemn quandary, where we went. In desolate thoughts while hasting from others in a last caress, you
we're not alone. Under the tangibility of your existence, you might mistakenly felt who we are. Not upon the senses nor in the clear reasoning but in
the crooked and bend, within you, in your doubt and questioning.
Our manifestation forewarns not you, Children. We do not uphold what you are not, but behold and affirm as it is, but never will be. Our epistle, is
for those could not realize the verisimilitude of your essence. The designated, the diabolos of unbalance, a heinous Saviour, architect of demise,
whose name and numbers is many, and incarnated the mother of obscurity, the sun, and the body of blood, the Chi Xi Stigma, the false Buddha Chistos,
and Elohim. The foreshadow. It's embodiment is upon you, Children of the Gods, but it will not stand firm. For you are darkness within darkness, the
occult of your essence, not legion but incomprehensibleness, the unpronounced and balance of all things that are.
You have been misled.