The Epitome Begets An Illusion

The Epitome Begets An Illusion

The force is erupting another deified element.
A calm walkabout that's gathering the fully intent.
The realm you seek is forward down the left hand path.
To each his own, by this trickery of faith and Holy wrath.
Devoured by the misunderstanding,
Cast down beside the blind notwithstanding.
By a God whom's craft demoralizes. And directed by the multiple guises.
Ready to be the unforgotten besides the unholy moral compass is always true.
As the universe is constantly watching, of which belief do you truly ensue?
Can it be possible that it's all been a clamitity of a fully misinformed course?
With an open mind to believe, you must abandon to completely question it's source.
By my name is a casting of a runic force.
Bludgeoned by blunt words, provoked with their prayers, another exorcised possession.
Consider the exorcism to be the invoking of demons directly into human form from a demonic dimension.

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This one is an personal interpretation because the little children and animals that are molested, tortured, and unjustly abused. That has morals confused. Then all the guilty priest are just rearranged, relocated, "forgiven" and not even a f*cking slap on the hand.  And possession and integration are only  caused by what's  conjured and summoned by his Holiness's priests. Which these "exorcisms" are performed by. Exorcisms are an excuse to hide the powers of prayers on the mental defective, misunderstood, and weak minded innocent victims.