Mortals have subjected themselves time and time again
To never evolve past the lessons imparted by Pain
Becoming a slave to their own blindness, with wide open eyes
Failing to see despite actions what only a few will recognize
Blaming others for their own follies, shedding blood without wisdom
Sacrificing all that does not fit into their shortsighted kingdom

Instead of evolving to a mind that can understand the very web
That was woven right under their feet, they prefer instead to eternally devolve
Below Equality in a hasty attempt to sanctify their cause by slaying Her dead
Not thinking for one instant that She may have had an inkling to involve
Herself with the enemy to hide behind the Web Spinning Masterful guise
Of an equal bedded to our enemy strategically placed in plain sight
For Who Else of Them knows how reflections are cast overtaken by eternal night

She offered the gift of bloodshed and all who were attacked by Hers adapted and fed
Not realizing that an ultimate plan could be convinced by these very actions, her Gifts
Power very well may have been offered to the shortsighted She protected while She bled
Alas, only a few truly understood Her Rules, the rest lost in their own minds rifts

So here upon this page, scribed in blood, Her Rules ring true, as you all face your Pain
Of if it was necessary, or just a narrow vision of a few mortals actions for self-gain,
You all shall exist to be either immortally blind or awaken to realize what you have lost again
For in the eyes of an immortal watching through a sanctum of Blood, your actions were in vain

Her Rules have been imparted, and She lives on through every wave of action Hers invoke
For this is not the only time She has been slain, though this sacrifice gives you no self-gain
But for Hers, we have existed without Her presence many times, and still stayed true
Her Rules are etched into our very essences, however, we are done with all of you.


Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 4th of Chakros, in the year 505 MA.