Post by Revvie® on Feb 21, 2017 23:51:30 GMT -5
Back to the fold, back to the halls of nameless and endless arenas. The idea of this all strikes me straight, and sparks through my spine; firmament. I have to wonder though, does exhilaration matter to me as it once did?
My gaze must go outward to find such answers; outward to the new blood, the new ideas, the new generation. Sickness takes me as I watch their heartfelt passion; my wonderings tarnished. You’d think it might conjure a sense of nostalgia, but I no longer oblige such trivialities.
Run on, bright eyed with flowers blooming from your backsides. I say that with a sort of sympathy, extended from a blurred past and a scarred body. However, the forge of Hephaestus has been stoked, and smoke bleeds from ring post my dear brothers and sisters. Let yourselves fall before a god, and enter into the burning fires.
Willing or not, my hammer will cross your path.
Sinful or not, my wrath will be absolute.
Faithful or not, you will bow before your god.