You carry on blissfully unaware of the peril just over the horizon. You fill your days with meaningless distractions. Your end is near and you choose to ignore.
Day on day of deep rumblings just beyond your vision. You ignore them assuming that no retribution indicates no sin. These are the noises of our war machine preparing. Creation bent on destruction. Pain endured knowing repayment would come in the suffering of others. The joy of grinding bones, stealing confidence, destroying hope and devouring souls, these things keep us moving forward. It may seem there is no purpose in our efforts, that we must be fools. But we are aware. We know the reason for our endeavor. Soon you will also.
Our day comes. Your night beckons.
Day on day of deep rumblings just beyond your vision. You ignore them assuming that no retribution indicates no sin. These are the noises of our war machine preparing. Creation bent on destruction. Pain endured knowing repayment would come in the suffering of others. The joy of grinding bones, stealing confidence, destroying hope and devouring souls, these things keep us moving forward. It may seem there is no purpose in our efforts, that we must be fools. But we are aware. We know the reason for our endeavor. Soon you will also.
Our day comes. Your night beckons.
