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In the Eyes of God, we're as common as the scum that infest the hoard of divinely plentiful things - made by an unfathomable grandeur. God is, in It's own rite, the embodiment of all the inexpressible visions we continuously are unable to comprehend or facilitate. Yet, some, still conclude their own arduous law of duties, seen only by one's wilting flesh, as if it had a place in the Book of Unspeakables. What we believe is what we become, and what we do and what we say echos endless too the reaches of Eternity. Leaving the Universes' useless information for no one to repeat, and the Nameless to ponder over. It was never ment for Man, to tamper with Natural Occurrence, nor was it his place to dabble with The Story of God and His Game of Existence. For the first offense we made against our Architect of Wonders was to force unsaid rhetoric and referendums, accompanied by one's malicious intent. In attempt to bend the tide of Destiny and to make sense where sense cannot be made, as Man is obsessed with the thoughts that plauge him in his idleness, keeping him awake by the whispers of the Unknown and the Void that shroud it in Mystery.
The Creator of the Embriatus
