The deep voice foul and inflamed cast its disgusting
face toward the gentle and the brave. Some said do
not listen to the lusting rage of the golden haired
Beast who wants to be called prince. He scorns the
Justice of God; the Beast rages on day and night, it
never recoils. Many minds quickly became splintered
fissures, torn by the evil of this Beast; these people,
their minds seized could see no guilt in its actions, or
those who encouraged his deceit.
Greed gives power to those who listen to the Beast with
its insatiability to rule and those who praise its vices,
their lives become fully surrendering to their blindness.
The darkness that the Beast spreads across the land is
called doomed; it is a mockery of what the people once
knew. Does no one oppose this creature from Hell? No,
they soon become weary souls lost within the claws of
its contamination. The Beast is spreading a life of
splendor, all the while depriving many souls of truth.
This Beast is a serpent, those who follow in its path
become deaf to its words, and he claims to be godlike.
It dwells above human law, as people walk a dark,
narrow and steep path to build his greatness, his
followers will struggle in slime while the Beast
spreads its rage. The air that once smelled sweet
now nothing more than a stench of a murky swamp,
most choking on the wrath that one must endure to
please and promote the Beast who is untouchable in
the highest of places looking down upon its own created
The Beast has no tears or fears, damned are those who
praise its glory, damned are those who wallow in its
kingdom feeling the gnashing of its teeth. It is the wailing,
deplorable and unceasing, that will be heard over what
was once the land of greatness and plenty. Laughter can
be heard within the walls of those who served him. The
gentle Sage will come and the Beast will turn its head
away. There will be fear and anguish, people will see the
heat of his messages go cold, the beast will fall before the
people, and it will have no words. He will walk into hell
unhindered and descend upon the path trembling, his
time over, his voice stilled by the Sage.