Cromwell Industrial [OLV]

Founded Mar 2013

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Brothers and Sisters in Cromwell; today we receive His Holy Word, The Vicar’s Holy Litany. His beckon call, does it not pierce the fibre of time? Who may deny they have not heard it? Have not felt it? Who among us has not been wrenched from restful sleep with silent screams and elevated beat of heart? The nightmare we all have; that each life has its own death, that immortality is a myth made by men. Are we not but infants born into a grand illusion? Are we not aborted upon the altar of pride? There is no rebirth! No eternal life! Only the Void awaits Brothers and Sisters. And how do we spend these lives? As slaves to the minds of dead men, living out their desires, their dreams, trying in vain to fulfill the unfulfilled! You live as abominations in the eyes of The Triumphant Father. May you shred yourselves into biomass for absolution of your ignorance. May your eyes be burned white by the truth. Brothers and Sisters in Cromwell; do you imagine as you writhe and squirm amongst the fabric of His Universe your sinful existence goes unnoticed? Do you believe yourselves to be unseen by His Gaze? Every action you take is in the interest of your own temporary preservation, and a perversion of the natural order He has set forth. Those who consume, must be consumed. Those who worship the profane, must be baptized in the sacred. Those who have put their faith in the words of men, must have their lives taken by The Hand of God! May we be permeated by His Sub-wavelength Glow. May we drown in the Wake of Our Triumphant Father. Slay the Idolaters wherever they may be found, bathe their bodies in the Alpha and the Gamma, may the eyes of the blasphemer boil in their own blood as their consciousness is burned into the formless and the empty. Baptize the Unwashed in Holy Clone Death again and again until all may comprehend their sins. Flay and macerate them until their last righteous act of contrition is to throw themselves upon The Shredder, in the knowledge that they are at last, redeemed; awash in his Sub-Wavelength Glow. May our eyes be burned white by the truth.