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The stink of rotting leaves washed by the rain is heavy in the air. The mist has rolled in, and the day is warm. Can you feel hell? I've warmed it up just for you today. For me it is midnight tonight that is the witching hour. We toil through rancid holidays of yore, were myth has become religion. Yet on all hallows eve we have stripped away the truth and created myth. It is time to hide your identity, time to wear a physical mask as opposed to the metaphorical one you wear the rest of the year. It has started.
Can you feel hell, creeping in your brain. Your thoughts turn to gore and evil and things you never thought you would do. It surrounds you and you accept it as the normal. Anything can happen tonight, the thin veil of sanity is is stretched to a break point. Now is not a time to dabble in trying to reach a spirit world. It is dead. As will you be if you try and contact the dead. Let them be, their energy has returned to the earth and they are nothing but the soil that I walk on. Dust to dust. It is about the reality you create for yourself. Will you let evil take you over, the evil they have spelled out, society telling you it is bad, all the time, whispers in your head. You can escape that today. Put on your mask, blend in the demons and devils and little ghosts.
Can you feel the hell, consuming your soul. Or what you've been told is your soul. It's just the becoming. Your stark realization that you are a souless being, that you are not special. A speck of space dust from a dead planet, that is what you are. An anomaly. There has been and will be more like your civilization. They cannot escape their own humanity, their own animality, their own devilitry. It is their nature, or nature in general that created and will destroy you. Why are you living such a boring life. It's time to do what you need to do to survive. It's time to break down the walls your society has built. To create is to destroy to destroy is rebirth. The cycle that nature keeps. The vicious circle you live.
Wear the mask.
It is a lonely life I lead. Seeing the cycles, living outside the bounds of them. For one night though I am not alone, for one night I can take off my mask and reveille in the undoing of society. Even if it is just one night. It last forever with me. The vague concept of time stands still tonight as the clock has to be set again, an hour with no time. It started with the full moon lunar eclipse, and will rise tonight in the hour with no time. Power my friends can be grasped, and held on to.
...are you ready, can you feel it....
Can you feel hell, creeping in your brain. Your thoughts turn to gore and evil and things you never thought you would do. It surrounds you and you accept it as the normal. Anything can happen tonight, the thin veil of sanity is is stretched to a break point. Now is not a time to dabble in trying to reach a spirit world. It is dead. As will you be if you try and contact the dead. Let them be, their energy has returned to the earth and they are nothing but the soil that I walk on. Dust to dust. It is about the reality you create for yourself. Will you let evil take you over, the evil they have spelled out, society telling you it is bad, all the time, whispers in your head. You can escape that today. Put on your mask, blend in the demons and devils and little ghosts.
Can you feel the hell, consuming your soul. Or what you've been told is your soul. It's just the becoming. Your stark realization that you are a souless being, that you are not special. A speck of space dust from a dead planet, that is what you are. An anomaly. There has been and will be more like your civilization. They cannot escape their own humanity, their own animality, their own devilitry. It is their nature, or nature in general that created and will destroy you. Why are you living such a boring life. It's time to do what you need to do to survive. It's time to break down the walls your society has built. To create is to destroy to destroy is rebirth. The cycle that nature keeps. The vicious circle you live.
Wear the mask.
It is a lonely life I lead. Seeing the cycles, living outside the bounds of them. For one night though I am not alone, for one night I can take off my mask and reveille in the undoing of society. Even if it is just one night. It last forever with me. The vague concept of time stands still tonight as the clock has to be set again, an hour with no time. It started with the full moon lunar eclipse, and will rise tonight in the hour with no time. Power my friends can be grasped, and held on to.
...are you ready, can you feel it....
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