by Wayland Blue

Created on: July 26, 2008

To you my friends fare well and again to you good people fare well. The eleventh hour is upon us and it is fast approaching midnight.

All your fears and hopes are about to be for nothing and everything shall pass away. The great fortresses of righteousness and strongholds of perfection shall fall and all records shall be erased.

The book keepers are about to be fired and the vale has already been torn.

Light will shin in all the darkness and the magnificent empire of corruption shall be shaken to the vary foundations of reality.

All that was, is and will be are as one in this single moment and there satanic majesties will consume each other in this singularity. Living water will pass in to the disease and the cancer will be cut off. The fear will be complete and the realization of the real will burn the chaff away.

To you-oh you-your honors, and to you holly men, be warned the evil will not stand and your own empires will be smashed. Your pain will be no more, and all you ever wanted will be given to you. I tried to worn you.

Light is coming in and it's getting stronger. The water is rising and we are all going to drown.

The wind is blowing and the hurricane has broken the levees. Nothing will be left standing.

The fire is burning and only pure gold will remain when it's finished.

The atom bomb has been dropped and only fine crystals and the fading shadows of what once was will remain.

I said the virus is loose and the outbreak is coming. No one will survive, but all are going to rise again as the dead living. For all that went before were but the living dead.

If you just give it the chance, it will show you something you wouldn't believe.

It wants to show you what it's capable of.

I said open your eyes and look because you don't want to miss it. It's out of the cage. It's braking down the walls. It in the streets and you can't run fast enough.

How does it feel to be the screaming rabbit in the jaws of the wolf? All you all who settled for security instead of freedom. If you had stayed wild at least you would remember how to run, but now it's too late and all you ever had is gone. Submit to the teeth. Surrender your flesh. Your immortal spirit will be happier when it is free of its week carnal form.

Did you really think it was real? Did you really think it would last?
Insanity.

Wake up from The Matrix and see all you never dreamed.
To you my friendsfare well.

I tried to worn youit is fast approaching midnight!

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