not so happy

What hand harvests the soul at death? In a void they dwell without form, their flesh destroyed yet their desire for the essence of matter holds strong, their lusts burn strong with ferocity. The folly unseeing ignorance of man shall shatter the seal. I have heard his fry, my eyes have beheld the forbidden, i fear for man. Minions dwell among our leaders. Beware of man: they come in stealth like thieves in the night. They heed not man's frail Gods. They are the living dead, their minds are set. Those who hold back the darkness are our hope, yet the crime of man must soon be paid. The destiny of man is grave indeed. .............................................Thoth...9th nov 1997