The mixing of electric storm and untempered
imagination leads to the birth of the roiling
mass of flesh and conation. The eldritch dreams of
man portending the stealing of the greatest key of
divinity, coveted by demon and angel alike. As up
from the deep comes terrible and steep the price
paid for immortality, for touching the face of God.
The awe and the wonder that stretches us from
known to pernicious shores. Held steady in hand
the secrets of the universe, which are far too great
to be known by corruptible human life. But the mass
prevails, stepping into the light shattered by lightning
and the hell-gate left ajar. With heaven torn asunder,
the wretched pride of man is crowned complete.
M.M.
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