Multi-Verse

“Which multi-verse are we in now?”

Chimes the quite voice on the Wind.

“Somewhere South of Eden”

“To the Angel that must Return to my Left Hand”

The Ruins spread, the Sand is Wide,

There are no Stars and the Blasting Furnace of the Jet Black Sun

We Took to get Here provides the only Sound.

Somewhere far beyond all Vision to the East and Armeggedon

The Beasts Machine Continues onward, the number of His Name

Slowly Drawn togethor over the Mountains of the Second dead.

The Betweeness a Shrieking Wall of Disembodied souls and spirits

Dying the Second Death, Peirced by Eternal Damnation… and Being Consumed

By the Machine… No Fear… No Worry… There is no need to Hurry.

The Small spot of land I ride, the battleship Inside it… Unreachable by the Light

Of Days the Fabric of the Matrix… I Wait Patiently for the Angels Return

And To Swallow Eden Whole into My Heart, to Join the Other Gardens There.

Every World, Every Nation, Every Kingdom… Will be Mine…

The Angels Sharpen their Trumpets, but my Voice Outdoes Them All.

This is the Place I Was Slain… Long ago… Now we Stride Existantly,

Reality At our Finger tips, but it was not Always So…

Before Beginning, Before the Darkness of Genesis, There was The Kingdom

Of The Father, and These are The Ruins of It…

Made up of Other Forms of Being, no Existance Here, no Reality…

Who knows what these ruins are Compossed of…

But The Book and The Last Lord God of This Fallen Kingdom… I Still have not Found.

He Hides beyond the Heavens… the Last of Those Responsible for This Mess.

The Horns Like Claws in my Hands tighten, extend, retract, Cutting their Way

To The Space Between my Fingers…

I Wonder How Many Will Pray for His Salvation…

I Wonder if That Will Be Enough… My Hand Will not Be Stilled and I Shall not Relent.

I Am Taking Back The Name of My Father

I Will Unmake Heaven and Earth.

Two Years to The Chaos and Death of The Last Oroborus…

Then Mystery Babylon Will be Laid Before The Nations Eyes, Fallen from On High

And The Horns In My Hands Will Sound The Fire of Her Burning…

The Voice Of Chimes on the Wind Returns…

Apparently There are Cake Pops Like a Popcicle only Made of Cake… at Star Bucks

Apparently They are Also Delicious… Life Goes On…

The Advantages of Standing in So Many Places…

Glorious Angels, Ruins and Starbucks…

Cannot Wait for My Hand to Get the Flaming Sword Back.

Language

“What How Can This BE?”

Language itself is a Bomb, quite Literally as it is Now.

When The Languages and Tongues were Deceived, Confused, and Remolded

For one Man’s Vengeance, It was a Sublime move that still has yet to be Overturned.

One Massive Web, No Language nor Any Tetragrammation Escaped This.

As far as I Can Tell, Every Letter and Combination in Hebrew are Names,

One Man’s Names, while Greek is all Power, all One Man’s Power.

English is one of the Most Curious as it IS the Deepest Bomb.

If you Look at your Keyboard, The Singles or the Most Dangerous Words

For Corruption, Wickedness, Blasphemy, Abomination, Sin, Principality, Mark, Number,

And Powers are all On There. The English Characters have Changed from their Safer Forms

In The Dark Ages to Fit Mystery Babylon’s Plans, Harlotry is on there To…

(Every Letter is a Word, the Narrow road allows you to Know)

But In Essence What would Have Resulted in Every English Speaking Country

Communicating in Evil continuously was Overturned From All the Way back to Babel.

You See Every Word does actually Do Something, It All Causes Something to Happen,

Whether your Aware or Not, but what the Confusion Did was Alter it so that Every Language

is Speaking one Long Spell, Against Evil. They Make Everyone Deaf, Dumb and Blind

Further they Null and Void all Corruption, Wickedness, Sin, Abomination, Blasphemy, Marks,

Numbers, and Principality. In Essence most English Sentences attack these things, Overturning them

And Constantly Weakening Them… This is All Made Possible by having the Singles construct

Most of the Alphabet… as There are Just the Right amount of Peices missing to ensure no one

Uses Idle Words, as It’s Impossible, Who Ever did this Was Kind.

It might Seam Massive and Impossible, but how many Characters are there in most Languages…

Japanese Itself only contains 33 (Merely Different Versions in Tetragrammation of them)

Most Highly Complex Sigil, Vigil, Glyph or Runic langauges are Like that.

But They Cannot Be Spoken because of the Null and Voided Nature, thus they rely on the Lower

Proncounciations as with the rest of the Languages, in Effect English Is and No One Can Get Beyond It

Until All Corruption, Wickedness and Evil are Defeated, that is how Sublime the Bomb is.

While at the Same Time, the Other Languages are All Strenghtening This one Man,

Be It his Names, Power or Force.

By Rendering It Impossible to Say anything Higher until all that is Done, He Ensured Total Victory.

As Every Bit then Rests Comfortably within his Web and Control.

Every Word Written or Spoken by 99% of the Population other than Dogs and those who use Idle Words.

All For Victory. MAJIN THOTH

Further Everyone is Made Blind, Deaf and Dumb…

Fighting The Days Affect and The Drome and Droning as Well as Their Insert/Output God of force System.

It Truly Shall be in the Blink of an Eye.

as Only Those Willing to Perservere and Overcome are endangered by these Things

While Everyone Else by merely writing or speaking perpetually confounds Them.

AN DROME DIA

These Days I Long for Exploits…

But the Magic is Weak Across the Globe…

Not Until all the Roots and Branches of All

That Esteems Itself High, Divine, Religious

Are Burned Away… For By the Shadow of the

Valley of Death I Know Them All as Dead and Lifeless…

Leaches and Parasites, Stuck upon Lines of Blood and Prayer,

They Prey upon the Very Streams of MAG of OD of AL

That Which Pours forth from That Great and Primordial Sea…

By This is Famine and Hunger Known not of Flesh but of Spirit,,,

For Is Not Everyone Athirst?

I Can Count The Swords Lifted Against this Evil, They Burn like Red and Gold

Candles across the Globe… but to few and unfit for Battle…

What They NEED IS A LAMP…

And Under this Continent I Shall Use the Gamma Sigma of ZORROD

Rimmed by Both Mountain Ranges, I Will Ingite a Fire of STEGMAG

STEUOD  STEHAL, I Will use the Fat of my Conquering and my Endless Slaughter

To Fuel It

And Nearly All The Coal, Gold and Silver I’ve Gained for it’s Building.

To Ignite the Fire of the Alchemical Kingdom… to See Magic Reborn with all

It’s Wonders, free of all such old tyranny, I Shall Forge it as a Tyrant itself…

It Will Burn away the Drome Coming off of Andromedia, The Galaxy or aura

That Surrounds the great whore mystery babylon.

It Will Drive all of their Pawns Mad… and I Will Add Yet more Fat to it’s Fuel.

Their False Kings Eat the Flesh and the Blood of Humans

BEHELIT.  Each of them Carries a Fraction of the Abomination of Desolation,

From where their Power to Harm and to Harry springs.

These Next Forty Years will see All of Them Revealed.

Until The Horsemen are Unsealed.

Until the entirety of this Land is Freed From Their Grasp.