My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Wisdom distilled as Data, shot backward in time, Pentagrammaton
Profoundly broken, I must trust in a rising Harmonization
Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
Let me swear you to Secrecy. I have found the key. The gateway to your Dreams. You have it too. We don’t need to act
To attempt to decode Revelations 7, let’s start with the angels holding back four corners, four winds, and an angel rising like the sun. This