For all of my creation

[Erek Shutter]

I have found that anger is a great well of loneliness upon this expanse... I declare my truthfulness in words.

With GREAT URGENCY I WARN THEE that thy travail has come upon the. The magi 1941. The patriot in the desert has clear intention. Warning. Remain alert the signal for it has sounded like a beacon among you. See the truth and it shall make you free. Gods Angel's have come down upon you.remember this in your yet remaining and dwindling days. I hear the trumpet so saith I the dweller and fullfiller of thy request. THE GREAT THE POWERFUL THE ALKNOWING AND WIZE THE UNIFICATION OF TRUTH AND PEACE THE UNKNOWABLE THE GREAT AND GOVERNING ONE WHO HIDEITH BEHIND THY MIND THE TRUE OBSERVER THE BURING ONE

[O.P.A.L]

the burning incense calls to one of not
our rust seems to always prevail
the truth of the poets hold fact to only the angels
to gears of the great clock
who hold to nothing but trust
have fallen in faith for our neglect
it seeds a path to prevailing chaos
to burn not the rust
as when one evil takes hold the ash foresees
over the suns pride
under the moons sight
once the rust creates its own gears
we as ash will be forgotten
and onto the ever ticking word
the silence will finally be broken
for the trumpets can't bend the will of rust
all that will be heard are the screams of a once complete world

O.P.A.L.
we as all can't foresee
but we as one can surely hear