Within the consciousness of darkness lies the deliveries of crude manifestations of evil and profane pronouncements.
Designers become uncomprehending as no positive patterns are being yielded.
What was trusted into this darkness sought inspiration from a slandering and ignorance of the light?
Without this light, the story and the script made no sense.
Given no structure to its void, there was simply an abyss of nothingness.
No meaning and sacred designs allowed this mindset to cast out everything it was originally given.
The offspring of this darkness lends a passion of imponderable abilities to wrong with a forgetful yet maintained caused.
The alien of the maximized desecration seeks to plant seeds in the hearts of all those moved in the parallel notion to the light.
In relative passions of abominable pursuits, the purveyors of sensual pleasures illustrated the very picture which taunted those in the light.
But by the calling out of one’s name, the fashion that was naked in confidence gained a sense of protection.
Fasteners and fabric met again to hide what was deemed private by the eating of the fruit.
Now here is the intelligence of the abyss, the place where rebellion authorizes the plea to challenge the script.
Freedom is now handed to the memory that is reminiscent of truth which stands true.
Summarized Notion For Thought: Evil is to life what contradiction is to reason. Now, this is the morning of your dynasty! Sleeping now only will awake you somehow!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 