23 February 2011

Death By Entitlement

------------ Death By Entitlement
--------M.J. Banks

The people of ancient Greece had a deity for everything and invented most of what we use today, except for colors which frightens me, and the Aztecs had more gods than they knew/know how to handle, and they carved out the hearts of the living, hundreds in a day, to request their gods raise more farmland from the ocean. Their actions are why we remember them, not particularly the intricate details of their lives. Historical infamy is a record of strife and not the joys of those that benefit success, it is vital to remember this very fact to avoid prejudice, our wishes are blind to the proof of existence provided by those of which are contended, opposition is alive because it can be. Our graces survive all, we bring to life new spawn who are superior to others, their ancestors, and their futures, in complacency accepting all and not with apprehension granting allowance one step at a time. If evolution were to wait on practical reaction, a race would die with the slow prey. If a tree falls in the wood, and no one is there to hear it, it does not make a sound, and if you place a recording device during its fall, and no one listens to the recording, it yet again does not make a sound.

Driven by sudden fate and lost to brighter blinding lights, our destructive consumption gives the right to perpetuate. Predator and prey alike surrender to survival, but humanity is not so luck to find ignorance through bliss for intelligence must find safety. Mechanisms for survival are the advantage of prey, evolution is the advantage of survival, instincts reproduce life but society educates it, without civilization there is regression and devolution. The creature comforts in life are instinctual necessities, and for the beast there is nothing else beyond this understanding, the complexity is too intricate. Oppose peace and be cause of your demise, not a single fate can escape the order of contemporary science, the egoist sociopaths decimate truth and circumstance.

Whatsoever scars history also blights the future, society has viable cooperation, and ethical coexistence to culminate the same morals, a logic can compare the properties while experience seeks outlets and escapes to survival. Claiming to be healthy requires an empathetic understanding by those with the same morals, in time cohesion creates demotic results and isolation allows reprehensible degradation. A consciousness allows logic, the laws created allow the conscientious.

Instinct controls with primordial force until the principles of dissatisfaction are met, struggle creates relief for those in boredom among the collectivists and libertarians, but the despots desiring to control are reverted creatures of the past teaching broken instincts to others. This culture of corruption allows no progress, even in aspiration to help it teaches broken principles that propound frailty and faulty propriety.

The breadth of time is no more than coincidental, every patron living with the rules of invisible bonds knows the air is getting thin as we exhaust our reaches to the ends of earth and the known boundaries of space. Where everything falls into place nature always wins, thus life is one with creation. It may become a query to the actual existence of a creator, there is evolution but the temples of flora and fauna are created with the quintessential substances, in what manner did substance arise. It can cause question of why an architect exists, it is in part ascension the ultimate evolution of a life that what can be truly is, and what cannot be simply is not. The best of any question asks does a destroyer exist, to validate infection of persona such as the cult of personality, to temp the fates and unknown karma, or of great import to question our own logic in attempt to maintain culture, tranquility, and civilization.

Prehistory, antiquities of relic war, previous epochs and eras, and truths stranger than fiction, stand with alchemical solidarity. Elements of nature battle the others, just as a criminal exploits a favorable situation, our lives to breed and hunger are are utilities to the interests of survival beyond what fails humanity in mind, body and spirit. Without reflection history will not prevail, no lesson from error to wield in survival without memory, the portrayal of honesty is no less than fate and no more than the truth. To hide our fears or tame beasts we fight ourselves, the justice of yesteryear is given change, to save the future we brave the darkness.

If our actions walk across the pages of historical text, and time is the path that they take into survival, then order is the voice of a living society, without struggle nor infamy the refined weapons in our infinite struggle of life. Mediocre conflict is a rook and rival memory hiding from thirsty pawns, make a name for yourself and be beckoned when it is time for your true calling, ignore or feed on the lies.

If prosperity is a proper politic, than knowledge is with which it battles, volatile and resenting choice a struggle in itself our leadership is controlled by ourselves, somewhere between servitude and gratitude perhaps the knowledge of substance and sustenance that brings continence to preservation and destruction alike while perseverance seeks deliverance into the waiting cradles of life. Retribution can only judge the balance of equality, the wit of the incapable is the hope of the dead a choice between the same in hope will mortals live. Politics is a debate whereas philosophy is a higher capacity afforded to humanity despite any nubile contentions. despite the many intentional hatred filled liturgies, they were of good intentions for the wise to read and dismiss as rubric.

Flying into the sun are we all, riding waves and choosing caves to wander, to find escape or seek destiny escapes the other. Momentum is halt or collision, just as motivation fails without choice. we become the idle environment conquered by mere change faster than association, faster than battles or dreams. Hesitation for freedom becomes the valued possessions of the eyes and minds of evil, adversity is the chance to begin again. A broken soul easily finds deprivation in a place where broken spirits will prevent strength, the treasure you seek is found in your heart, the journey to take begins at the start.

Let's shed an intrinsic light on things shall we? The casualties of any destruction are distant from the collapse of an ill society, evils consumes the silent sooner save the fall of time than does the rain henceforth, hither battles deliver eradication even by skill circa, where sacrifices mount infinitesimal remain unnoticed while heaven and hell destroy the battlefield where the unborn souls will soon deliver reckoning, and corruption in this wounded present wages war on the future. While communists scream for the end of capitalism, their only prayer is that it never ends.

Once hope is lost society turns to doomed martyrs as it desperately attempts messianic pleasures soon failing by its inability to be either, in retreat it makes subjects of civilization to control a narrative of echoing silence that consumes even simple truth. A dilemma can attract attention, but it cannot keep faith in irreverence. Lost in the tenets of misdirection, phenomenal catastrophe presents ominous war soon to anarchy blatant with precise divisive clarity, the farthest apart collide more severely. The ages of immortality are elements that cannot constitute structure without clairvoyance, meta-cognition, or telepathy, the process of eternal conflict requires a definite appraisal of every defeat and preferentially surviving only the worst. The gains of science equal the undiscovered limitless impossibilities produced in reaction solely to any proper causality, though the belief exists that all matter of the universe has a foundation built upon the existence of a single cell, existence of all life is result of an endless chain reaction at the center of energy.

There will always be a scientific resistance to dark theologian madness who will be ethically consumed by the desire to find new elite specialists of conflict to defend humanity against destruction through technological progress, new abilities to defend against the unknown capabilities of destruction as far across the spectrum of innovation as new breakthroughs in research. Anarchists to agents, stealthy assassins to lost mercenaries, their leaders seek great warriors, and so now it has come the time to seek the triumphant of immortal task, beyond formality to burden sacrifice amongst tranquility to succeed while battling unknown adversity. Exemplary leaders fall at a staggering rate counterproductive to success as the sickly elements seek shelter in perseverance at an absolute rate. The politics from cults of personalities inhibit the sacred order of science and ingenuity, a dream with power ruined by placating misdirection and mad panderers or scientists of fortune, again inopportune. Malice has no boundaries and needs much precaution, it is obvious and oblivious in early stages and must be stopped before conspiracy by those recently born into contention. Efforts to contend leave signs of accomplishment reputable to one side or another in the dichotomy of good and evil, inevitable action requires concerned attention, discernment of valued tactics where mere action erodes the cause and the contingency.

Desperate politicians are blind to the status of resistance, defining terms of physics set to man by the fates to best their own accord intently pervasive and myopic, dilemmas of controversy ask salvation to let not its effort all, victory must replace the most scarred of campaigns. Precisely taking granted victory is all that loss itself holds dear, so also satisfaction without vindication blights all that witness the evils of sedition.

Battle before belief, before the dawn of understanding, threatens success with imperfect cohesion so that revenge after circumstance becomes a war after dusk, allowing radicals to pollute purpose, trust is earned far easier than it is found hidden by nature. The defenders of hope are honored before their conception and forgotten just the same, the faith in science and the orders of faith cannot bring them through the invisible boundaries of our world, but they may pass through the walls or battle what invades through the walls that have become windows in the very fabric of our reality. When the final defenders have perished the defenses will be forever broken they will cross the boundaries of safety, the ability to harness the mind's implacable limitless power is innate, but if they are lost they are the last. Forever will the effects of alteration create annihilation, sustainability will not bear faculty by the imperatively diminishing logic of a pitiful and doomed elite.

Inaction and negligence can gather substantial defenses into unfortunate circumstances simply allowing inference to the vulnerabilities of ideologies, instead the war of minds could belong to a single leader and any aspiring educated individual at the same time, in opposition to any politic without strategy, the fight for information begins without leaders to wield or control it. The losses beneath discretion, the rationalization of rationing, the fundamentals of survival can be more than atrocity, the great minds of this age often resort to writings of insanity without a creative function, and the worst of them resort to subtlety for death, we can forge a new society through creation, innovation and prosperity by mastering free will and entering humanity. The loss of highly apt candidates is only worsened by the fear of amalgamation and the loathing produced by conveniences that produce temporary victory without immunity, treatments that do not eliminate misbegotten genetic code is no better than secularization and we must understand before we condemn, allow the simplicities of integration to show the misgivings and shortcomings of inadequate candidates.

The depths of humanity's ignorance is treacherous and unknown, the actions of mere invisible factions of scientific communities beyond the clutch of comprehension know no bounds, discovery has no ratio to substance because we must seek to understand indefatigable uncertainties where they hide as the subject of circumstance. Leave the ordinary for there is no other, to protect and serve in simplicity civilization to prepare for exposure to harmful influences. Opportunity provides needed experience as protectionist welfare states supplant sanity with expectation where what is not perceived is the worst, dependency to providence provided by destiny is corruption to ambivalent success, without regard to perception a war of intelligence as manifestation by the ignorant against the knowing begins before invocation. A restless evil consumes the educated newcomers to fame and fortune and robs them of victory and laudatory glory by science and the scientific community, the aspirations are denounced and appreciation revoked without the proper motivation and inspiration, ignorance belongs to the unknown. In desperation the most intelligent of the species explores and primarily dominates a new niche, a development in sources of advancement and invention are a necessity to forceful intelligence and the soldiers of the future war whom they have created, agrarian disposition that tends claims on survival is the inevitable predecessor to utilizing the requirements of defense and maintaining an environment to sustain in the event of progress, decisions must not forsake motive and destroy resources. Conceivably there are those that must be unwilling to become soldiers of a war in time, druthers of task to find their manipulators past, present and future will be lost to cowardice and political leaders willing to offer them without embrace, if they can offer capability toward resistance they must be enlightened and no longer manipulated.

Fickle and feeble despots consumed by madness will assuredly consider themselves but resort to sacrificing the unwitting willing to an illogical cause that is not theirs, their fascist efforts not for survival or relief are equally corrupt and destructive as the ineffectual lamentation and inaction of liberal policy. Common or often the success of a plan is relegated and delegated to subsequent and satellite laboratories and therein groups of pragmatism practitioners, there the verdict united is unanimous as it shows the valor and natural vanguard but any gains as thus acquired neglect directives, in advancement goals can be lost whimsically. In misunderstood advantages, while choice is without option, the source will suffer, a tested resistance while distanced is ever more weakened by the loss of allies until impetus is lost and true consequence becomes privileged lesson, errors in distances provide an education of lies and methods to perpetual mayhem. Put now is this of many choices laden upon humanity as the walls of reality encroach and the limits of expectation reveal dangers unexplainable, death is no escape from such the many cataclysm as dangers of conflict and loss of intervention torture every sight even of which is imagined, of any cause there is only the option of survival or inadvertently and arrogantly fail. For to stare invasion or even that of betrayal and submit will allow a furtive loss of the highest potential values imbued to heritage. Infidelity to knowledge is attestation to evolution, the opportunities rewarded by witness of the ill begotten salt of the earth, and revocation of the slavery principle.

Slaves of sacrifice regress into aggression and become the rulers of only themselves, unable to remit control of a failing mind they collapse and diminish until the notion of posterity is shattered by substandard logic and malice, the cause of danger linked to a culture of corruption that in turn will consume itself. Where truth is broken acknowledgement is in error and a structure of dreamlike proportions is all that bridges choice and destiny, solitude of uncertainty seeks not old flaws and penetrates the inhumane cruelty of devotion, a plant that dies for its seed has wisdom greater than faith wise beyond its years.

Tolerance, ignorance and hatred, when combined with losses of pilgrims, fallen heroes, and the innocent, is perpetually devastating the intrinsically it obliterates the just and the truth that they portray as it provides an increasingly incremental inequalities and imperfect replacements, though the losses are great and tragic inferior replacements invoke dementia in ranks continuously and in elite position gaining control unnoticed eventually polluting the continuum with deficiency slowly lowering potential unto inadequacy. This is the ultimate fate of one or many that does not learn the secrets of the universe and become knowledgeably immense.

Psychokinesis, Telepathy, Transcendentalism, Clairvoyance, Elective Regeneration, Immortality. Tranquility is effectually dangerous as any prevalence to solitary war as a weapon, these powers cannot be ignored but those who wield them deserve their own privacy and a choice when it comes the time for action, nothing is required but purpose, information does not persuade so that messengers may surrender in serenity it is a calling into action, though however difficult until free from evil, so that knowledge and wealth can maintain, certain is the absolution of survival as it truly opposes foolhardy suicidal heroism and pessimistic retreat. The struggles of nature are affectations of fate.

Despite posterity and status sustenance gives vitality to life, whether it be truth to the willing, or the alchemical altruism where water in the wind for ground is taken to fire in oven or stomach, it provides existence where there is none, battlement provokes combat just as instinct diverts efforts until the servitude of ideals found only in faith appear, it is truly fate that keeps us wanting and danger from which life defends itself. Thoughts are proportionate to action, inquiry to the laws of science as its secrets and solutions begin to disappear, the existing fringes of science must be explored, the boundaries of comprehension must be met and explored, the threadbare extremes of the fabric of reality must be found and tied to relevance before there is no one remaining to explore what is nothing more than theology. As the increasing dire instinct of a pragmatist comes to fruition the more desperate the soul becomes, the rationalization will become enveloped in obsession until the goal overwhelms the process, doldrums will seem a less fortunate aspect of nature to be removed with aggravated intent as the burdens of society replace missing aspirations with superficial action. This is not a personal insult added to injury, just merely the persistence of eradication required when taming the wild, we exist to serve indignant indemnity for our survival or control the terms in which we exist. Inevitably, save the loss of innocence, defeat brings disdain and with loss of focus the ideas of simple survival become the trappings of depression, the cause even if unknown satisfy desire when in accordance to victory. Those with special exquisite ability are driven in their times of loss by appealing to these very instincts of survival while their egos hunt the pain of their souls to resume living against any and all evils, in part because in esteem they hunt for the kill.

The survival depends on thriving with terms conditioned by environment, this is why new truths and old mysteries involving the notation of proper science must be sought, any amount of time can become the watched control of an outside experiment. These random strains of intelligence become radical traits destructive to common belief systems or if by manipulation evil distortion beyond recognition, extremely volatile, vile, and dangerous, counter intuitively negating any attempts and successful prolongation. Proper commerce is owned by barterers and not the philandering politicians, it seeks to bind our truths into collective, and allows a subtle and subliminal corridor for experimental activity as is obviously shown by the cretins and their commoner exploitation throughout history, latter and prior in efforts of security confounded.  The players against a reflective universe follow infinite paths without which any can be deciphered by predetermination, outside the path of influence striving to understand what drives the resolve of humanity is without concerting effort as it seeks not progress or deterministic import.

It is of interest to assume that larger test groups will sooner produce results, if conducting research hidden in secrecy leads daunting impediment to practicality returning to patience in order to find result is better than searching the dairies of madness. Finding those that wield paranormal defenses is important but a loss proves intrinsically the defeat of intents, finding the exalted soldiers to defend the world from terror possibly providing satisfaction exalts the defenders, it does not hide them from demand and the insatiable cravings constant of the simple and sadistic. If the suffices are made suitable for consumption the supply is indefinitely and infinitely insufficient for the increasing masses, without violence what can be found must join or be forgotten, harvested or left a viral poison as it were, the succinct proximity of communication and thereby interaction is affected. Thus far prodigal mitigation produces a domestic reckoning where progress requires life, which requires peace. Computers in advancement may one day have the ability to replace humanity, a time to witness robotic overlords as soon as they become advanced, just as humans keep pets the machines might elect to make pets of the members of humanity, perhaps they have with electricity, distraction and databases buried deep within an electric universe without our knowledge. The design of sentinel machines will win the favor of our owners but will be no use in defense against those who wield time as a weapon, the advanced lifeforms if vengeful can only be defeated by those constantly closer to instinct, at the dawn of time a shadow government represents a cavalier conspiracy far greater than can be designed so soon solemnly sacramental and sacrificial.

The energy required for society has underwhelmed prosperity, the resources dwindle against growth but the intent of priorities for a plausible solution controls memories of the future to utilize productivity to keep apprised of what is unknown, a median dissolve reversed by an increase of mental acuity and logic based in strategy. As the views, advantages and vista of these powerful collective entities grows it once again resounds the importance of education to replenish verity, establish perspective, and develop reason before demotic rapture enfolds. Society primarily grows through egalitarian process but its assets are philanthropic, a fascist communism only serves to reproduce fallacy and disorder while benefiting only the criminal despots. The structure of development is confined to natural terms solely tangible elements defined in this reality, the laws of nature are not remit to omission wherein multiple realities combine or abscond an explicit irregularities evolve to exist with an ultimately new unique singularity, the existence defined represents a source for causality and evolution to consist of a concise contradiction and opposition to treacherous phenomena transitioning from presumably a failing world into another.  

The standards used when considering correlation between faction and battlefield is quite considerably vital for opposition even in retreat. It is true to protect the mind the proper course of action must occur, incessant interruptibility under limitation is obstinately unavoidable yet a resulting duress is immune to retrograde attacks, this is an ominous force of nature upon prey. Hostility can be restrained temporarily by technology and resource to shield against inhospitable conditions, but in solution innovation and reservation provide shelter from competition. Fate has a less than subtle way of complicating refuge, incapable malfeasance forever surrounds civilization.

Within the confines of pinnacle civilizations implacable solutions incorporate equilibrium of space and population growth, astoundingly natural is cultivation, occasionally altering the median laws of physics or by simply altering the state of consciousness, effort given to persuade the standards of life and brave antagonist obstinacy. Tempting the impatient laws of subjective equality is intrinsically dangerous, this conflict and contention is in ultimatum of survival of the world. The problems of culture in a postmodern aesthetic are the obtrusive formalities ushered by a complacent retroactive modernity of a labored patience have come to understand simplicity in a definite acceptability, the dangers of battle in parallel circumstances that result in differing negation can require sacrament to which no sacrifice can be met, the likes of origin are vastly differing forces converged in singularity. Time in completion suffices a proper analogy, it courses all confines like a river yet consumes without erosion to edify the last resort of propagation, it also finds complexities as indicative compensation and the complexities in secrecy consist for safe harbor of every battle in history. These causes indebted to experience are historical accuracy defied by action, frictional consumption where there is darkness is not unlike the pen for truth or the soldier for agrarian life. Guaranteed privileges preserve the right to research so that enlightened thought can offer evolved coherency, societies, sustainability and celebration, this grants the priority of sake to war, embattled freedoms to education against those defiant against nature and knowledge. Manifest capitalism is a conservative nightmare, the air is not cordoned and rationed it is the gift and grace of providence for society that commands presence, vigorous preservation with sustained perseverance, and severe irrational instinctual ingenuity to wear it in the vanguard.

As the meek thrive by knowledge attained the survivors of all existence strive to remain, finding their commonplace with the advantage of simple survival and strength of ages the healthy in matriculation consume wasted territory, fearful of nature they warden connected aspirations and relish accomplishment. If not the scheming malefactors seize their prodigious return in best reproach despicable and tragic while feeding on chaos, a scavenger builds impetus in the aftermath and equals a well fitting disguise for deception. 

No random singularity remains indeterminate indubitably, in the path of destruction everything is a target the chaos of time consumes all and hides for the unsuspecting with a patient wait, the allocation of resources is by a mortal design but responsibility must be delegated and not condemnation of extrinsic circumstance, more authority does not necessarily provide capability though it most certainly often complicates by measure of stubborn ignorance. Inconsequential changes inevitably effect slower than can be observed, consciousness without life bade secrecy after death but cannot contend as development adapts prolifically yet nature is to remain impassive and stoic, this limitation on human capabilities is by social construct and the emotional condition of mental acuity, if innate capability can effectively display by volition, either of science or subject the sequential shift must be made, lest the choice to become an influential force of nature becomes the ultimatum. Placating interests equally enthralling just as native aggressors attack for survival, no matter how rudimentary that life may be, the defenses to save all forms of life shall require utmost capability by a complete array of human potential and thus human power. To purposely neglect this evidence would be to denounce all commonalities and deconstruct liberty for some failing attempt at liberation, these promises of empty minds produce shallow institution and spite for free interaction.

The perfection of completion attained as the a lost soul seethes into the matching vessel behind the parallel mysticism of alignment for spiritual consciousness and responsible reckoning illumined by control of the versatile paranormal discourse, the prosperity in achievement is hastened by convolution and sedition, the ethical constructs that comprise society are not absolute and yet though it is flawed it subsists as the bastion of no remorse as it falls by the way. The demise of popularity and the limitations of focus presents humanity with disposition as it favors the elite, the entirety of the species is but one of an animal against the next, opportunity favors preparation and insults destitution, whereas interests of conservation are reticent, obstinate, and resolute, the truth affords new goals in reprisal and in direct opposition ignorance seeks only gains. The greater the providence of coercion and influence by that of a sect or that of an empire there is a structuralist element immensely protectionist with aversion to despise revolution in sake and sorrow to be considered as a high potential and an agent of destruction. Less the inconvenience or a solidarity where individuals are empowered life is not manifest as a dream, the goals must be reached and life must be earned therein sacred elevation can no more be given to others than it can be abandoned.

09 February 2011

Merlin 2 - 12 Missive Directions

Merlin 2 - 12 Missive Directions.

At first wind, the summer brings the noisy whisking clouds drawing their attention to morrow skies and when this attention breaks, it is not theirs to give. For at the surface of the dark soil, near the darkened lake, watch the secret eyes of soldier mermaids by the dozens, relenting their unforboding rule to their sacred darkness of the water deep, in the open they are perfidiously hidden beneath their skin ready to drown any enemy of Shadow Lake. It is from here the wayfarers three will seek their water from the rain and the running rivers elsewhere, they reroute to remain their quest as they reenter the silent forest and the throes of perdition.

Autumn storms bring cold wind to dilute the nigh fading winds that warm them as they shun the season change with shawls and stoles for robe in all, they clothe in covenant tenant pleasantries, affected by binding contention. They wander forestry at the edge of this world, this realm of time not passed by mere mortals for an era in good stead, marked by craven inequity of the spirits and pernicious shadow dwellers this ever-silent repository fill, where innocuous humans take aversion to the afterlife. Crepuscular circumstances of which they lo, making inroad through aconite leaves and sheaves of shadows to escape their derivation by of course, the trees clear at the edge of an antiquated village farm, sewn and silent as the shallow puddles of gathering rain shatter by each falling drop the air cold just before freezing temperature.

An empty land of confusion from the far end of the town, where the trees do grow and the road ends a messenger of elite distinction, wearing the best that white can color with ash, blood, and mud heavily stained and washed by passing rain. A great deal far behind him, in time and distance prior by leagues of travel perhaps, the precious winter witch stood and watched as a king named Arawn and his court were attacked by feudal nomads and vagabonds in the night before fete, in happenstance all but remit to their old age as they were. As king Arawn laid failing, he begged the fates with cavil to avenge him at that dying moment. Had the day been a single cloud less warmer the rube churl may have returned to the earth’s final embrace, but in cad dereliction the icicle empress while perusing the wrath and carnage of the battle through slow or stopped time took her regards to make a pawn of the king. With her threadbare powers, she froze the soul of the dying king, keeping him beyond existence but before death. Not further a life his to own, rising in contract, the dower of the coldness countess.

Fires of black oil boasting black smoke above deadly barren fields of death and war had given haze and distribution. In order to glean a sky distraught and with visage of the poisonous sun the king, a strapping young old lad in a city boon of prosperity, where ample soldier quartered solely to defend the most suddenly recent midnight attack for the length of the day, is rife with desecration ready to conquer and seek bequest of necrotic filial piety. The winter children of the sunset moon will hide in shadows ridden with light behind their own eyes and follow the path to the druid realm of dreams. Silent and curious beseech of what wiles they shall, where they will stand upon ceremony with retribution for destruction, feigning intrigue to disguise their hunger for the slain, but they as yet wait for the end of fires and malignant desires over passion’s killing floor. A sleeping fire is the mystical connection of thoughts, in the darkness the source of rebirth soaks and washes the eternal flames as survivor soul intend to purge the clouds of angelic light. Stoic deities within divination to grant sight within belief, the omnipotence of fulfillment the rare possession of abundant simplicity and simple joys, found at the source vindicated by faith, highly disconcerting to the survivors whom are still fleeing to the ends of the earth.

The unknown boundaries of enemy worlds in extreme the final intrigue and wisdom, annihilating thought a pure mind with wrath to leave naught but tortured souls, a war has plagued these woods upon many bloodthirsty blades. Before purgatory and after death the king stands of reincarnation, the silence of existence would only be broken with chosen execution, which in afterlife he intends to deliver resound, but as his sieging enemies fall in slaughter they first witness his undying resist, in terror they give their all to fell the final executioner. The king suffers of a manic dementia, upon slaying of his enemies his folly unjustly turns attack, massive thumping heavy steps in corrupt resolution wielding delirium to his allies, they relent him not their effort strive to sunder their traitorous king.

Dead King Arawn: “You can’t run forever, but you can die trying!”

His scream was of deep malaise and anger. Joined by their enemies, congruently attacking the moribund king Arawn, the ice witch Halle watched besought by the fire sun, the dying blue blood of his veins runs thick and slow, unabated by the open air it turns not red whilst it slowly spilled from his arm to his fiercely strong hands. Of knuckles deathly white, on-to hilt to haft, across the bewitching blade and harsh into the stricken and opened wounds wrought by his threshing vane in the blood of others, a frenetic violent swing of swift anger, where the blood clears it catches the senescent light of the morrow on the blade of fury. The evil blood carries the plague of the afterlife and with it the hunger of wrath and lachrymal melancholy, soon rising the testament legions of the dead. A colony alive and awake under banner of malice proves their piety, knelt before the fatal fiend and dastardly fief now the new estate of a black flag.

Without missing a beat of his still and lifeless heart, he stood and pointed to the unknown, with voiceless command they ran to tear new wound in those that watched, and those that slept. With time, the control of their mercurial hunger unmakes and they become beasts of gluttony, not for the blood of the tears such as the vampire, nor as the cravings of the heart as lusted by the werewolf, but a distinct desire for suffering by the banal tropes of the dormant mind driving them to consume impudently at all costs. With dark red eyes and mulatto skin Arawn erected an affront to the boundaries of the living, full of gashes and gores, arrows and sores as he still stands surrounded by enemy and former ally embattled, reinforcement soon rose to allegiance with slayer deviance of the cold condition.

Heavy with disastrous evisceration hoping to invalidate the aspirations of neighboring armies with centralized carnalities, rationalizing eradication with each divaricated siege, their derivation of civility flourishes as they tarry toward each ascertained victim to lacerate and desecrate all that breath, murderous without weapons evoking gnarly malice, through each hamlet, village, and town for days on end. With stealth no longer than a bottled hourglass each confronted clan eradicated until at the precipice of darkness within the trees surrounding Shadow Lake, for the distance is no less than isolation as they tactically gather strength, but the curse takes all toll on their thoughts for as the longer they wait the more they become the meandering living dead. Sluggishly in their ravenous degradation trip, they shiftlessly torment those that intrude or the weak struggling survivors that cannot escape and infecting even the dead. Toward the highlands the hunters of the foothills make their collision with unwarranted brutality, even in their failing limiting the advance of terror toward the City of Anther whose king Hansel son of Johannes the Quinn, has sent a blatant patent of distress in each of both languages known to him of the known realm.


To each regent and subject alike, fighting armies of the dead spawn of an infectious evil legion stalking to the borders of the earth. This is the only message you must speak, thou canst survive unless ye sleep with open eyes to lo. Fortify and defend at all costs. An evil curse is on the world, do not trust the face of any wayfarer for the contagion consumes the soul and raises the fallen to new atrocities. You must survive to be the last alive.

“To each regent and subject alike, fighting armies of the dead spawn of an infectious evil legion stalking to the borders of the earth. This is the only message you must speak, thou canst survive unless ye sleep with open eyes to lo. Fortify and defend at all costs. An evil curse is on the world, do not trust the face of any wayfarer for the contagion consumes the soul and raises the fallen to new atrocities. You must survive to be the last alive.”


The letter and the poison made its way to the city Coolspring where King Anders had read the message and waited unsuspecting as three infected ague soldiers broke his city’s barriers, who after guarded wounds reveal some vile corruption of spirit as they errantly attack a son of the city, until discovery by screams and incarcerated immediately. Thought to be stealing and murdering the boy witness, bound and lashed are they at which point to a fence dragged and draped then fastened to the dangerous walls of razorback cages with barbed wire, anguish and restraint. The tall King Anders approaches their captivity to perceive their presumed suicidal imbecility.

Anders: “Untie one of them…and make him watch.”

The soldier servants of the lastingly wise king Anders do as ordered, as he walks with heavy step and thickly soled boots through the slowly drying soil in midday. He takes several weapons fashionable to the butcher shop adjacent from the top of a tree cut into a tabletop solid through used as a butcher’s block, arrows clean and sharp to catch the glimmers of light as he moved to the other captives, confident in this day as of many others of his past much the same. Swift and fierce without batting an eye he put two skewers into the stomachs of the invading captives both.

Prisoner: “The eyes of wrath will find you.”

Anders walked with great stride across the unkempt corral his heels digging into the soil, but without a word, he soon towered over the coward murderer.

Anders: “This is what will happen to every swarthy invader until the end, tell this to your leader and do not of what happened here lie, or everyone you know will die by my hand. Do you understand?”

The prisoner shook his head to seem agreeably deceitful, still restless and fleeting through poison convention, contention, and comprehension.

Prisoner 2: “I do not understand!”
One of the two prisoners behind him had shouted his final words.
Anders: “They will die but you will live.”

The king then turned and took a spear to lodge its point into the flippant and defiant criminal, and from his waist a dagger thrown into the chest of the other.

Anders: “Take him to the gates and slit one of his ankles for the winter wolves.”

The country king did not know of the vulgarity created by the plague of the living dead as he let the vagrant go to tell the tale, outside the rocky walls of the highland city. With piercing deathblows to the heart of the anguished prisoners, they perished into the great beyond. The criminal emissary of poisoned death let free to report would slowly taste the nefarious hunger of unending death slowly turning to wretched wrath, but the other two before release from sharpened shackles to the crematoriums they sprang to life, tearing from their bonds and nine inch nails. Further fatal damage did not deal them death; victory comes to those that deliver decapitation, the twitching ended when the bodies were set afire. By this, the king was motivated to argue a new liberation.

Anders: “We must hunt the one that fled, quickly after him and return to barracks, tonight we hunt evil where it sleeps.” 

King Anders bade farewell to his people and passionate betrothing adieu to the lovely Queen Moira and headed into obtuse battle. He carried with him, as did others, copied missives inked by scribes to save lives the same afore written, as the lowland defenses become the catalyst of a spreading plague, to warn his enemies and allies each, of the calamity forthcoming. His campaign would soon be lost when overwhelmed by the strength and numbers of eternal damnation and inhuman rampage, to three villages they are the victors, but in the fourth, they are lost, the king had taken his men to the stronghold of the black flag. Upon meeting his arch nemesis, an arrow flung so powerfully sliced him through at his side, narrowly missing his protective armor as he dealt a strike to a foe his own in combat, with fortuitous luck his evasion comes immediately thereafter with many other wounds enough to know the danger of a second guessing. The message firstly seemed hoodwinking, but soon enough by terrifying experience adjacent villages became isolationist survival strongholds and the forest trees soon became known to all as Black Forest. Soon mercenaries make errand in employ of kings to stop evil in tow, their payment the spoils of war and the great expanses of land unoccupied by the villages of the damned and abandonment.

A troop marauding with strong defenses made their way to the king of the dead and died they all but one, this Anders King of Coolspring, who is at this very moment hauling his backside as if threatened by infernal provocation toward Merlin and his banding family roam of the silent pass, carries that very missive the same toward them. Before hell near reprisal of death, he runs to Merlin leaping paces over steps from long ago abandoned plated metal armor, shed to give him faster escape, running only with sword and other blades and metal gauntlets across his arms to block strikes.

Anders: “Undead…turn aback, there is trouble in this tree!”

He runs to them in object permanence with hopes among vigor and vanity accords. With claim stake, they look into the depths of the forest seeing in shadows to surmise Anders on a quick step yet nothing else, not one creature in the twilight of day or night. Merlin and the others begin walking softly approaching the runner with aversion. He who brought fire to the dark inner workings of necromancy with a clean white face now full of blood carries a small crimpled missive, a dying message near falling from his hand. It rains as the fog rolls and he stands bent and catching his quivering breath with one foot in a puddle and the other on soil as could from both worlds, his hands are shaking and unclean by new blood and foreign soil that is not his.

Intrinsic to his indemnified reprisal he holds the note slightly crumpled in his calloused hand and urges them to read the cursed vexing letter, and as he begins to speak a mystery unites in their thoughts plotting the origin of the note, gaining curiosity to whom would read it.

Nick: “How horrible is it that chases you?”
Anders: “These woods are evil…”
Nick: “Who are you?”
Anders: “Anders, take this note and find a king from the west.”
Merlin: “Give me the note.”

Merlin snatches the note from Nick’s grasp and begins to read, his face dark and lifeless, the whites of his eyes rolling across the lines best literate, this was a letter of sanctimonious requital, bad news to those befit and witting its verity.

Ana: “The food of the mind evokes prophecy, tell us what you saw.”

The words echo of the mind to each traveller, enjoyed but not cherished, sullen tones haunt the bleak and raining sky following them.

Anders: “Needed for vision, but think me not mad, the dead are craven and curse, they have formed a necropolis no more than a league from here…have you not seen them?”

Ana: “It would do your calm some wellness to acclimate soldier.”
Anders: “If only I could milady.”
Nick: “How far is it then?”
Anders: “Two maybe three days a hunter’s pace, but turn back do not venture your fare.”
Merlin: “Less than that, the roaming corpses will find you first Nickolas.”
Nick: “What can I say that I haven’t said before?”

Nickolas unsheathes and wields two swords, spinning them in swift display of agility, Anders laughs and Nick wipes the water from the blades and holsters them.

Ana: “What does the letter tell?”

Merlin stares at Anders staunch and haunch and short of breath, trying to ascertain the damage of his open wounds caused by open tombs.

Merlin: “It regards what he has said, what do you know of the restless dead Nickolas?”
Nick: “They keep children keen on seeing the sunrise in their beds at night.”
Merlin: “Not today, they are the envenoming nightmare anatomy, without salvation.”
Nick: “Then we must save the innocent, what say you Ana love?”
Ana: “As long as there are not too many, I’ve not the strength or rest to taunt a flood of death.”

Anders is quite confused and cloud connected weak and wounded a man in horror darkly.
Nick: “We will send the dead packing, where said you they lurk?”
Anders: “But how came it to this, help me to retreat from these dead woods, we will come back with a regiment…hunt them out…?”
Merlin: “As I’ve said, their blood is a restless plague, they may rise as you do, but I cannot have you become such horror to humanity, I would have to kill you rather than let rampant an implacable terror on Midgard.”
Anders: “Now you’ve got something to die for…”
Nick: “We walk the straight line.”
Ana: “And stay close then.”
Merlin: “Get up and show us the way boy.”

04 February 2011

Between Illusion and Denial

Between Illusion and Denial

Divination is by its genuine adherence a particular process. Life is faith's path to a specific goal, involving an ordained lifestyle. It is of no matter how dark and sinister, the goal is the creation of a new archetype. Divination is concerned with changing both our evolution and our environment, creating new overlords and a society appropriate to the new humanity. Clerics of any house take slander by accusations of ignorance, idolatry, nihilist inversions of patronage, and sectarian dementia. There is nothing waiting for you in the next life, and this is your first. The foundation of origin in this case is evolution; the adversary to the sense of opposing norms accepted and by our senses retained as always, the enemy of conformity. Actuation of opposition causes a synthesis in the state of process, ever changing the truth of evolution of life.

Divinity conflicts with meager fledgling morals that worship and follow deities and supposed figures of forgotten orders to some level of dogma derived from conventional writs such as this. The fear within accidental refuge and the revelations of rhetoric contribute to guilt and sin, diverting attention from faith and glory. In many ways, divination is the antithesis of repetition of reversion. It is a soul's liberation. Desire to understand creation whilst seeking results in exaltation and revelation, is the protective layer of the expanses of discovery and enlightenment. Our intrinsic traits make divination a shadow within fire, useful only to flames that burn in sight and silence. Ambivalence, because there is no rule to order, nor language to love defining genuine divination, yet we live within creation with desires of supremacy and memories of existence beyond evolution, too strong to survive, too weak to perish, through the failing time. Witness the future of the flood, arrogant battery anarchy, divine intentions of manifest destiny breath ulterior motives and satisfaction, carrying the waste through memories that must be lived, exceeding reality when leaping limits of potential. The end of ideology exploits time and space during exploration of our confines, character-defining experience the message erodes.



I do not pay taxes so teachers can tell kids what I believe, or what they want to teach, and especially not what the living believe, I want students learning the truth and making their own decisions, if I wanted them to know what we think, they would stay at home. I want them to learn what works of history by empires that survive not the radical ideals of pirates and criminals, by proven science and not emotional categories. Teachers barely teaching essentials in the middle of chaos (if at all) because society needs them to instill its whims certainly cannot end a burdening welfare state and liberal socialist activities. Communist activists fail to join this reality time immemorial, there is no dishonor in failure, only deceit in education or advocacy of participation rewards, quitting is dishonorable and trifling, if your opinion is that no one is better than another, you have quit training them to be the best. There is no battle to succeed, defeat the roaming horde without condition. Never should death come without ever knowing absolute, tell our children that they are the leaders of tomorrow and the guardians of time. Defiance is with the corrosion of conformity, at the first moment of silence you go mad, but if you break your toys, you cannot play.