Echoes from the Abyss

There I saw the black smoke of war. As far as the horizon. Blades in the sky.

Unbeknownst to the elders and the ones in the streets, the many eyes of God watched, unblinking. Where children play gods, gods actually listen. Linger now, for the graces are few in reserve. In due time the fire will burn the hand that holds it.

Underneath, the wyrms stirr. Many legs and excited clicking. The lords of corruption are also part of the Order. A balance will always force its way through. Wyrms will feast, and the sun will shine anew.

Angels watch and toil as they always have. Chaos brings Order.

It is simple: everything has its place. I dont worship gods, I praise them. As a flesh-riding being I abide to those rules. As a Void host, worship would be seen as ridiculous or insulting. I respect the place gods have im this world, even if I seek for the end of this cycle of the universe.

If you are human, it is entirely your right to worship and benefit from the symbiotic relation that brings. It is why Void devotees are more than welcome to worship their gods of choice, as long as they remain true to the ideals of the Void.

This is the Void, dear reader. This stillness. The Peace of the End. It is truthful. It has no will but to Not Be. It calls for silence.

This is the natural end of the Song of the Spheres. Where forgotten gods go to die. You are here with me, in this moment, dear reader. We are walking in the trail left by the rotting forgotten ones.

Tears of Gods under our feet.

Where we came from [creation] has only been for a fraction of a nanosecond compared to that which lays before us. The Void has always Not Been.

Do you understand?

This is about more than just words, reader. This is a moment in your history now.

When all ceases to be, when all is reclaimed back to the Void, I will savor this moment with you.

When I showed one more person what Truth is.

I won't lead you astray like the false prophets and the golden calves you all worship.

I will use your free will to rip open the Veil.

Free Will is godliness.

Call to the Void.

Let us see this blasphemy called creation be erased!

A blight upon the beauty of the Nothing.

A creator does that, create. Once done, systems in place, the creator goes on their merry way. The creation is left to its own devices, as it should. Angels, gods, spirits, elements - whatever they may be called - they maintain the creation as best they can. But eventually all things succumb to entropy. When systems fail, the Void cleans the slate.

First tenent of the Void is such:

I dont know what is happening, but it feels fine.

I'm made of teeth and eyes and feathers. I am porcelain Void. I am filled with the Egg of Providence. I shelter it in the Deep, just as the ancestors foretold.

The younger, the more lost you are.

This was engineered. It was planned and rehearsed and perfected.

The next line will be even more subservient. More willingly ignorant. So on and so forth, until all we are is flesh for them to suckle on. A whole herd to feed a handful of farmers. Your flesh, your will, your soul if you have one-it becomes their power.

They can never have enough power. The only source of that power is the whole lot of you.

LET THEM IN LET THEM IN l t th m  n

the song of the End hums within and without pay attention to the rhythm in the static the Void calls your Name

the rhythm of the end.

she calls to us from the Void. heaven, hell, and the in-between. it is meaningless when she comes for us. when she calls for us. when the end comes the song stops. when the song stops all will be Silence.

praise the Void. praise the Void. praise the Void. we are One in the sacred Nothingness.