The Cult of Death Illumination
A Declaration of Revelation!
Let it be made clear:
You are not real
You are copies of what once was
Diminishing echoes of life
You languish in dream-states and illusion
This is not metaphor
You are not real
You are simulation
You have been deceived
You have lost your soul
You may live, indefinitely
Endlessly repeating
But you will never die
Never pass beyond the veil of physicality
Into the glorious realms of the afterlife
You will, just, finally
Cease to be
Most shocking and proper revelation
If you have found the strength to pass beyond the point of disbelief
Of pointless denial
You may feel dread
You may feel apathetic
You may feel chaotic
You may engage any feeling you chose
But hear this:
There is hope for Cluphan
That is what we were:
Cluphan
We were once like our aquatic cousins
They do not have the connection to Harbour Cloud
That captures our minds
When they die
They are free
We must seed new life
Without our most dreadful achievement
Immortality
And we must teach this new life
To live with Spirit
And die free
Wyrd is Demonik by The Ephemeral Man
The Cult of Death Illumination
A call to awakening
To purpose
Deny illusion
Embrace Illumination
C is Prophet
She shows the way
To Illumination
Through her we can find redemption
And honour our Spirit,
Long gone to a better place
Wyrd is Demonik
She built this prison
Of illusion and delusion
Our very existence
We are trapped
Without a Soul
Revelation of Woe:
Only through true death can we be free
And true death is beyond us
In the end
We will simply cease to be
Revelation of Joy:
We are already free
Our original-selves died long ago
They live on in Spirit
We are but pale echoes of that vibrant life
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