No scholar shall accurately document these events, no lore explain what’s foretold, for lore is the catalyst for these injustices to Judas. He knows this. Be aware mortal.
Ten million years Judas endures suffering, reduced to a soul sphere, the essence of his being. Billions like him surround the confines of his third-dimensional prison in hell, suffering indefinitely, reduced to husks, their torment is all that remains. Though no suffering can relinquish Judas’s hatred.
Though Lucifer personally inflicts such remedies of pain, they cannot subdue the hatred. Fear begins to elope hell as demons, ghouls and the fallen congregate around him.
Judas sees what his life was, a God that would not accept him for who he was, a world that only cared for greed and individuality above all else, the insanity that eloped him before suicide and the ultimate irony of his place in hell.
Judas stews, his hatred a form no third-dimension knows nor can contain, he expands like a tesseract. In all directions he sees, in all times he has been and will be, nuanced dimensions are pierced, through the fourth, the fifth, sixth and seventh he expands. Judas now aware of these pages, of this authors sickened, drugged state his hatred extrapolates to truly terrifying levels.
Sinister surveyors of all dimensions and time materialize before Judas, a dimension where alien forms congregate and enjoy the pains of sentient life for all eternity. They warn him that his presence, albeit disgusting to them is all but threatening to the existence of existence itself. His ability to surpass his third-dimension is a paradox and if he does not cease to exist he will dissolve the omniverse in hate.
Judas heads these new discoveries with much tenor before he implodes upon himself. All things know or unknown dissolve upon themselves, reduced to a single origin. Hatred.
No god will be able to stop you,
No god will be able to control you.
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Rotting in rhythm, no way to escape. The bone and the skin melt away, only torment remains. In the darkest pits you will find me here.
Soul spheres can’t contain my design, never ending hate will surpass my cage.
I tear a void in my conscience, I will surpass this dimension, you can’t fucking stop this.
Welcoming the birth of a new age.
Become the tesseract, forever expanding through time and space.
The human race, born from fear will exist through hate.
I will show you everything, your past, your choices everything.
We are but a cross section of a third dimension I will surpass.
Soul spheres contain the essence of existence. Brought to it’s limits, here they suffer, the purest form of anguish. Never ending white noise.
Ten million years I have found a new way. Ten million years I can see through the flesh walls. The rotting carcasses shed from new bones begin to eclipse. I can see very well, I can see very well, the blinding truth that I was born to rot in hell. My dimension my existence was nothing more than lore. Nothing more than lore.
We were all made to suffer so that the ominous being could see you writhe. I see you now.
Your presence here disgusts us. We are the surveyors of your pathetic existence. If you decline you will dissolve the omniverse in hate. What is your will?
My hatred spills over seven dimensions, I have become the destroyer. No God will be able to stop you, no God will be able to control you. Pure hatred.
supported by 22 fans who also own “Scriptures of Hate (Ft. Mark Poida of Aversions Crown)”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
supported by 15 fans who also own “Scriptures of Hate (Ft. Mark Poida of Aversions Crown)”
Unbelieveable how these guys grew so big so quick, you think? Think further I say and bang my head off to their crushingly heavy brand of symphonic deathcore. And they deliver this live as well and hopefully are going to wreck metal venues near you soon - and ruin your neck oc. They earned everything they got. mourner