What if I told you everything you knew was a lie? You might ask who am I? I be the poetry of hidden, lost and forgotten secrets in motion, making your primal self feel justified in raising occasional ruckus’s and commotions. I be the one who do the voodoo, hoodoo, herbs and potions. Calling down spirits to drink from the living through me, through me they live again as I channel both angels and demons yet letting neither one of them rule me.
What if I told you theirs no heaven or hell? That those notions are lies and myths told to the masses to get they asses in check religion designed to make slaves of mankind and leaving the rich and elite as the unqualified unchecked masters?
What if I told you that you can’t be born again? That you can only be as innocent and warm as a newborn once and that you can never have that warmth again. You can’t claim to be absolved by the glory of a god when blood is on your hands. Making demands to be forgiven for fear of consequence is not repentance when will mankind understand?
What if I told you that good and evil are one and the same? Universal duality or even quadruplicity involving chaos and order is just a conceptual game. To much or to little of any becomes the other and all of them are excuses or simple definitions used to place blame.
So goes the hymn within Abaddon’s rhyme. What if...what if...what if...
What if I told you that all media is the 21st Centuries answer to nursery rhymes and fairytales? To lull you in to a state of unawareness, to leave you foolishly careless. Designed to strip you of any desire to mature and grow spiritually or evolve. As we can plainly see as ours and the world state of affairs rots and dissolves.
What if I told you that more certain than God or the Devil is the existence of Oblivion? Which is not only death via mass destruction but extinction of 3rd dimensional life? All the wars, famine, pestilence, death, greed and strife ensure that Oblivion’s presence will come through the night…of time.
So goes the hymn within Abaddon’s rhyme. What if...What if...What if...
What if I told you that Abaddon’s pit is where the next Universe will be born? Only through Oblivion can all life be reborn.
Soon...When the Silent Cassiel Speaks and Mevamiah whispers, time and space shall be ripped and torn as Abaddon awakens and brings forth oblivion so new life can be born.
So goes the hymn within Abaddon’s rhyme…What if...What if...What if...
What if I told everything you knew was a lie? You might ask who am I? I be the poetry of hidden, lost and forgotten secrets in motion, making your primal self feel justified in raising occasional ruckus’s and commotions. I be the one who do the voodoo, hoodoo, herbs and potions. Calling down spirits to drink from the living through me, through me they live again as I channel both angels and demons yet letting neither one of them rule me.
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