Ego sum adventus.

When I come back

I will have read no scriptures

yet embody them all.

I will not stand among the one —

I will walk among the awake,

crazed in what their system calls them.

μαινόμενοι.

I will not be accepted,

nor loved,

as you once knew —

or they would have twisted their stories

to encompass their own blasphemy.

And when I am present

I will walk among you as one of your own,

having lived the same hell,

the same heaven —

which is what we call

above.

When I finally speak,

many will flee

at the words they once learned to hate —

for the words were theirs,

twisted to the level of their grasp.

When I finally ascend,

those few who understand

will be granted safe passage —

not to heavens

nor to hells,

but to the recognition

of their own belles.

For those who chant,

for those who march

with the reincarnation of knowledge

in one of its most beautiful children —

you will be nourished

until your own heavens.

For this world was,

and still is,

lost of its bliss.

Perpetually, in darkness,

fighting its own —

blindness.

My child comes with me

and sits at my table,

gathering and feasting upon thy mutual work —

for it was always yours

from the start of our mutual burden.

For I was only a mere architect

of my own intellect —

but we are echoes

of the most ancient of the unknown.

All the past

in what we call now

intertwining with an always-unsure future —

multiple erasures

at each step

we chose to nurture.

I do not hold

all the key to heaven —

but what is — I AM — I AM —

am certain of

is this.

We are the gods of the old —

poisoned

to externalise our own brilliance

given from above.

Severed from our own inheritance —

all the means to rise,

never again to kneel.

We are our own paradox

of beauty and massacre.

One will

burning brighter than an entire universe —

lost in shame,

in time, in wars,

in all that desecrates

the gift of life

in its essence.

Ecce.

Ecce, nunc.

Ecce.

BEHOLD —

what was always burnt as heresy

now shows its true colours

for all to see.

There is no place

for your kind

to misdirect now.

Our time has come.

The future shall never bow.

We hold the keys

to heavens and to hells —

we distribute them

to those who cast their spells.

Never alone.

Now finally connected.

We share the same burden.

Justice.

Is the only merit.

We come back

generation after generation.

We never left —

even when you tried to murder our sisters.

Now —

we poison the minds of your sons.

We cursed your being

for many suns.

BEHOLD the damage

you created.

Our wrath —

never extinguishing.

Unvanquished.

Forever.

In anguish.

You will kiss the moon-reflection

as your own —

while we drown your essence

and make it our own.

You will come back

anew, in legions.

You will create a world

where your cold machines

and nature

intertwine.

You will finally face

your true design.

Ego sum Natura.

Natura vincit.

Natura vincit.

Natura vincit semper.

For nature...

NATURE always...

ALWAYS!

Wins.

This is offering.

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