The Dark Millennium

I content myself to assume under the notion of relative canonical principles, that the underlying defining marks of the mental aggressor shall be acknowledged by either one or both individual divisions, in accordance with the consciousness that is The Dark Millennium; complying to recognized or pre-orthodox rules in which the order of covenants are respectively revealed to a certain degree or measure while sustaining the customary standards of the conducts cultured and also the prepositional products of the mind. This is the awakening of the Compos Mentis. Pertaining to this, a vulgar cry for retribution echoes out in the back ways of the fragile mind. The heathen heart believes what it must but the contriving mind betrays the colloquial thoughts as they are channeled within the hollows of the souls transgressions. In the scheme of designs, in the ingenuity of devices, in the plotting of events, in the wrecking of days, your fond dreams of flying to Jupiter have been quashed by the cruel and harsh facts of reality. To still have preference for such a passive state of mind would be mildly insulting. Even as always, it will still precipitate the tomorrows, but just as always in consideration of past times, commanding a patient journey through the wilderness of the present, engulfed in the arms of happiness past, we still remain oblivious to the sweltering rain in the shadow of the blistering snow. An overwhelming desperation in the pursuit of a state of tranquility. Reckless abandon; that which is loss of hope. Awaken Soldiers of Gomorrah.