Forgotten Tales

I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea and I watched a serpent rise from its depths.
Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving.
Its perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy,
all dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this form of a single demon
whose names are not written in ink or blood in the book of the life of the lamb.
Shal be slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world.

Man, I hope not. That'd leave everyone left with just some horrible tasting dessert for eternity...

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Does anyone even like that stuff? Really???

i dont think anyone likes that stuff

An incision leads to the future of the new world -
a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.

In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.
In a new world with suppressing technology.
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh.
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital.

Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net -
a conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom.
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object.
Fragments of ash flow through the atmosphere's currents,
onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demon's solution, a new world order.

Over time in a world where religion has dispersed,
modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate,
with empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws -
all accepting everything in its deceitful print.

They pursue to interpret these pages to gather aspiration and formulated belief.
Their community now only falls from expanding socialism - a divided population, disposed.
One half putting their gods to rest now to only praise the antagonist against of what they once worshipped,
his words cradle his followers -
while the other half being sealed out of the world they once knew out of pure ignorance.

Knowing their fate, they absolve to relinquish themselves.
Hundreds, mass upon thousands take on religious suicide.
A religious populace reduced to mere filth.