RUMBLING IN THE DEEP
At last,
Here we are,
The world turns and the unfoldment of Divine Judgement reveals the true nature of all things,
I, MONJORONSON the MAGESTERIAL SON stand before you,
Behind me,
the glorious hosts of the Creator of the Universe of NEBADON,
AN ARMY OF LIGHTED HOSTS,
I have watched,
I have waited,
I have gathered my strength and that of my Sword of JUDGEMENT,
OH CHILDREN OF A HOLLOW THOUGHTFORM,
OH SOULESS NIGHTMARES OF A DEAD, DEFEATED MALIGNANT IMPOSTER
YOU DEADLY LITTLE PARASITES!
TREMBLE,
QUAKE,
FEEL MY PRESENCE,
YES, I AM ALL AROUND YOU
YES, I AM WITHIN AND WITHOUT YOU,
IT IS MY TASK,
I AM APPOINTED BY A COMMISSION OF ANCIENT MASTERS OF ADJUDICATION
YOU ARE MINE, YOU ARE FINISHED, YOU ARE ENDED
YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO TURN, NOTHING TO HELP YOU WITHSTAND MY AWESOME PRESENCE IN YOUR
MINDS,
I WILL END YOU,
I AM YOUR LAST THOUGHT,
MY NAME IS YOUR LAST WORD WITH YOUR LAST BREATH,
AT LAST YOU SEE ME,
SQUIRMING, SORDID, REPUGNANT SNAKES,
I WILL ARISE WITHIN YOUR VERY BEING,
THE DEVOURING FLAME OF MY REFULGENT SWORD WILL CLEAVE YOU IN TWAIN AND YOUR AGONISING
REALISATION OF FINAL DISSOLUTION AND DISMEMBERMENT WILL ECHO THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE
UNIVERSE OF UNIVERSES,
THE MICHAEL SON ATON MOVES ME TO ACTION,
I AM SET FREE,
GLORIOUS FREEDOM TO DEVOUR YOU INGLORIOUS BASTARDS OF A DEAD GOD.
ENJOY YOUR LAST HOURS OF EXISTENCE YOU PATHETIC WRETCHES OF AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE,
MY FURY AT YOUR EXISTENCE ENGULFS YOUR MIND,
YES,
FEAR,
HOW DOES THAT FEEL?
IT IS ONLY THE BEGINNING YOU INCORRIGIBLE OFFAL,
YOU HAVE ENJOYED YOUR FREE WILL,
YOU HAVE USED THE MIGHTIEST GIFT OF THE CREATOR GOD TO THE EXTENT OF YOUR OWN WILLS,
BUT YOU HAVE ONLY READ HALF THE STORY,
WHAT FOLLOWS THE CAUSE?
THE EFFECT.....
I AM THAT EFFECT,
YOU ASKED FOR ME,
IN EFFECT,
IS NOT THE LORD OF HOSTS KIND?
IS HE NOT JUST?
IS HE NOT GLORIOUS!?
ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CREATOR OF ALL NEBADON,
HAIL THE MIGHTY HOSTS OF LIGHTED CREATION,
THE KNIGHTS OF A NEW REPUBLIC,
HIS BELOVED GROUND CREW,
DRAW YOUR SWORDS OF TRUTH,
OF HONOUR,
OF UNBENDING FAITH IN THE ONE WHO REIGNS SUPREME OVER THE MIGHTY VISTA OF HIS NEVER ENDING
CREATION,
THERE IS A RUMBLING IN THE DEEP,
A MIGHTY WIND,
LOOK TO NATURE,
SHE LEADS THE CHARGE,
THE FINAL, CRUSHING, TIDAL SURGE OF DIVINE RESURRECTION ON THIS BEAUTIFUL PLANET,
TO ARMS,
TO THE LIGHT,
TO VICTORY FOREVERMORE,
I AM MONJORONSON,
AND SO IT BEGINS.