god shatter in form

These lonely and wretched souls,
having seen and felt throughout all these desolate and macabre nights.
forcing recession before sunlight shall hit our bound and gagged bodys.

We shant return to a concubine state of bliss....
Unsure where to proceed from there.
Forward, back, even side to side....
All that matters is movement.

Time never stands to subside for this lonely wretch,
And then so shall i never cease to stop!
Mountions turn to dust, water to salt. But,

I WONT SHATTER!
I am god.
I who create these mountions and waters

With thousand year eyes and undying thoughts,
My traditions will live on eternal
Whether on script or in mind.

It does not, and will not matter!
Nigh is the prophet who will speak in vain of my wonders.
Vanity is neither bliss nor suffering,

For the joker never truly laughs at his own humour but,
Snickers at those who choose to laugh at which they do not perceive to understand,
Both in life and knowledge of such things.

Beyond they're own sun and moon of there mothers woom,
I am the guiding light to show them both right and wrong.
Sweet sin and bitter truth both appeal.

Which taste can you learn to conform too in this beguiling matter?
I will help to push you in that right direction,
Just make that decision, thats all you must do.

Choose my child,
For i am both perpetual matter and nonexistence folded into one,
Serpent belial of hell, and child angel of virginity.

Both being forever right and never wrong.
For after you choose your own path, the only sin of wrong you can commit is,
Not to see your decisions in life through to the sweet and bitter end.