The Third Apocalypse
Antony LaVey, founder of the
Church of Satan
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I had a vision that I was the most beautiful angel ever created. I had been thrown from the highest reaches of Heaven, my body twisting and turning in the wind as I drifted through space, plummeting, dragged down by gravity. As the air brushed softly against me, it caught fire, covering me in a blanket of white light, a welcome security against the ominous moon whose sharp yellow crescent guided me toward the ground. The impact of solid against solid did nothing to slow my momentum as my body carved a deep hollow in the once-perfect surface of the earth. The twisted roots and burned limbs of a tree sheltered me from the sight of the stars as I fell asleep. I dreamed that my friends and enemies had destroyed my creation in their search to uncover my body, which was not believed to be dead. But it had been dead for quite some time and would likely remain so forever, for I had sunk far into the earth beneath the soil, beneath the grass, under the surface, to the domain I alone would call home. I awoke to a light as blinding as the face of God. I, the accuser, had been accused of a crime that had only been committed to me. Turning, I fled, lifting my legs as I jumped from the throne room, my body consumed by the clouds as I fell into your heart - this place, surrounded by white walls and doctors. Your face calls out to me from the past, from a time nearly forgotten in this sterile room. You were my one true love, and I yours. Our love has been echoed since the beginning of time and our words will forever remain as the most beautiful ever spoken. You gave my life new meaning, just as I had rescued you from certain death. We reigned over a world that was beautiful and happy for all of the ages of the universe. I gave you my heart and you gave me my humanity. Outside these doors, the land is crumbling into the sea as the stars lose their orbits and crash into the earth. As you lay in my arms dying, I weep, for I cannot bear to live without you. The last day has come and you're gone. As I gaze into your eyes, I realize that I am alone and my life begins to fade with yours. I also had merely been created in the image. . . |
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Nine Inch Nails, 'We're in This Together,' The Fragile |
The End
Ascent
Body
Cain
Blood
Omega
Mind
Descent
Ego
Conventional Chaos