You preach against vices and promise that not giving in is your scritta paper ticket to infinity. But our flesh will be swallowed whole by this dirt and our souls will be coughed out as the phlegm of gods throat. You know nothing Of creation. What it’s like to crash and explode. You see life through a disingenuous lens and a dancing light, ******* shadows and shapes on stone walls. Your mind is always caved in. Closed off. **** your god. **** your light. All you ever pray for Is blindness. Objectiveness will rip you from your roots and spit you across realms. You have no idea what it means to decay and decompose and be born again from nothing.