Let these be words to damn the luminous cause of the tyrannical cross,
Without mercy, let the darkness in me show faulted volumes of deceit that
have been enriched
By the lord; and may all men holy decay in the shadow that is my refusal
and
strength,
From the abyss that beckons my soul, from the darkest causes that logic has
forced me to endure,
From the blackest dreams of Heaven's true existence, and from the tainted
throne that will never call to me;
This is my testament, that I am never to return from the darkest places of
human reasoning, that I am never to bestow upon myself a return to the
frail
land of clouds, angels, and thin glory,
I create my commandment, and I refuse the chosen ten.
I loathe the boundaries of the mortal man that weeps in the arms of the
Heavenly Father,
I reject the miseries therein, and I state, as I have proven in so many
passing blasphemous occasions before, I will never bow down to one man, to
one statue, to one belief, or to one thought that puts me below any
ideology;
I am of one voice, but of many;
I am of one man, but an army;
I am of one opinion, but of ancient wisdom and truth;
Of destiny and dark clouds, let my causes be known, let the truth shine
upon
the cracked faces of Christian adoration, and let them see the corrosion of
their very souls;
But for one to understand the nature of my hatred, one must know of the
Father in which my hatred is focused;
He is the father to decompose all of his peasants that swallow disease;
It is of his love that all breathing, aspiring souls will taste sickness,
shame, and death;
He harvests those he grows in the common fields of blind holiness, those to
be slain by his book;
He punishes the