DIVINE DESTRUCTION

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again.  // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely  // it so happens i am sick of being a man  // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. //  hope is the thing with feathers  // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone  away,  // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion. //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know  // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

ABADDON IS A ENTITY FROM THE BIBLE. REVELATION 9 - 10 HE CAN ALSO GO BY THE NAME OF APOLLYON IN GREEK WHICH TRANSLATES TO “ THE DESTROYER .” HE IS SEEN IN THE BIBLICAL BOOK REVELATIONS, WRITTEN BY ST. JOHN. THE ORIGINAL HEBREW, ABADDON, LITERALLY COMES TO MEAN “PLACE OF DESTRUCTION” BUT IN THE CHRISTIAN SCRIPTURES DESCRIBE HIM AS AN INDIVIDUAL PERSON. IN THOSE DESCRIPTIONS HE IS KNOWN AS THE KING OF THE BOTTOMLESS PIT THAT HOLDS LOST SOULS AND COMMANDER OF A VISCOUS PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS. IN ALL OTHER WORKS OUTSIDE OF THE CHRISTIAN BIBLE HE IS IDENTIFIED AS THE ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION, LEADER OF THE APOCALYPSE , AND ONE OF THE CHIEF CONTROLLERS OF THE UNDERWORLD THAT IS ALMOST EQUAL TO SATAN HIMSELF. I PORTRAY HIM AS A ARCHANGEL. 

TENSION UP IN THE HEAVENS BEGAN TO BUILD AS THEIR FATHER HAD UNVEILED HIS CREATION OF THE LITTLE HAIRLESS APES, LATER TO BE KNOWN AS HUMANS. MICHAEL, A USUALLY CALM AND GENTLE TEMPTED ELDER ANGEL, BEGAN TO GET INTO A BIT OF A POWER STRUGGLE WITH LUCIFER, THE MOST BRASH, LOUD ONE OF THE BUNCH. ABADDON THEMSELVES WERE TRYING TO AVOID IT FOR THE LONGEST TIME, HIS MEMORY SHOULD HAVE FADED AFTER CENTURIES OF LIFE AND EXPERIENCE BUT IT HASN’T. HE REMEMBERS EVERY MOMENT, EVERY PAINFUL SCALDING BURN OF STREAKING THROUGH THE SKY, RIPPING THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE AND THE IMPACT SHATTERING WHAT COMPASSION HE HAD LEFT. ABADDON REMEMBERS IT ALL AS IF IT HAPPENED ONLY MOMENTS AGO, HE STILL BEARS THE SCAR FROM BEING CAST OUT. THE LIGHT AND WARMTH OF HIS FATHER THAT USED TO BRING COMFORT, WAS NOW BESTOWED UPON MICHAEL AND BEING USED TO SMITE HIM FROM HIS VERY HOME, ALONG WITH EVERYONE ELSE THAT DEFENDED OR SIDED WITH LUCIFER, AND MY GOD HOW IT BURNED. HE COULD NEVER FORGET THAT FEELING, HE CLINGS TO IT LATE AT NIGHT AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE WANTS TO LET GO OF THAT HATEFUL FEELING HE HAS HIS CLAWS SUNK IN DEEP, IF HE WAS HONEST THE FEELING HAD IT’S CLAWS DEEP IN ABADDON AS WELL. 

❛ A h a h a ! -- Oh, you little creatures seem to think you know the answers to EVERYTHING. Not everything your species has preached has been true, just like not everything your species has preached has been false. -- ❜ 

( COYOTE ) 

So I’m unsure if anyone has noticed on my blogs but, there’s been a notable slow drop in my activity lately. Why that is will be under the cut.