Absent Tribulation

Endless winds, tears relentlessly at the summit Awaiting our arrival, its megalithic stature is towering infinitely Towards the celestial sphere, onwards we strive, to the uttermost and final rest Ravishing lies Rore at our minds Purged and gone Awaiting the truth Free from deceit To be revealed Towards the celestial sphere, Onwards we strive, to the uttermost and final rest "Our minds are clear, Our hearts are at peace Our serenity beckons the end." Our minds are clear, Our hearts are at peace Our serenity beckons the end. Faith is to no avail Hope is for the weakened minds, of the followers of God. From beyond the snow covered pathway from the forest, from the depths There, in the shades of forgottenness, in the pages long witherered and torn lies the rubicon of unmitigated truth The rapture that never came and the absent tribulation forces us to heed the archaic ways and stipulate our true end as one.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025