ENTER NOW THE REALM OF THE DEAD-UNDEAD CALLING OUT ONCE AGAIN FROM THE SURREAL AWAITING WOODS OF THE PAST FOR THE ENDLESS LIFE'S BREATH IN THE NIGHT

"Thus life becomes transparent against the background of death,
and fundamental social and cultural issues are revealed." All Pictures Above & Below Invented, Created & Designed
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For when an idea reaches critical mass, there is no stopping
the shift its presence will induce. - Marianne Williamson

SO ENTER NOW WITHIN THE REALM OF THE DEAD-UNDEAD...
CALLING OUT TO ALL THE CREATURES OF THE EERIE NIGHT
VAMPIRES DEAMONS, GHOULS, ZOMBIES, FREAKS, GHOSTS
AND TO ALL THOSE CREEPING WITHIN THE CRYPTS BELOW

TRANSFORMING THEMSELVES OUT FROM THE GRAVE AND
BACK INTO THE LONG AGO AWAITING WOODS OF THE PAST
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THUS Begin Again To Awaken To The Mystery Of...
LIBERTY'S VOICE DIVINE CALLING
From Above To ALL Those Awaiting Here Below...

To Enter The NEW DIVINE DREAM AWAKENING
WITHIN THE SLEEPING CASTLE OF DREAMS
Where All Dreamers Dreams Come True...

The Sandman is invoked to help (or lull) children to sleep. He is said to sprinkle sand or dust on or into the eyes of the child at night to bring on dreams and sleep. The grit or 'sleep' (rheum) in one's eyes upon waking is supposed to be the result of the Sandman's work the previous evening.

Hear Now Liberty's Voice Divine Calling;
In The Reign of the Great Reign Reining

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Thus Welcome One & All
to Divine Liberty's Sacred Arena Undertaking
In the Fulfilling of the Hecatombe

So Enter through Peaceful Sleep's Gate
if you Dare... And Begin Again
TO Awaken To The Mystery Of The Arena's
Divine Sway To Sanctuary...

UNTO THE ETERNAL DIVINE JOURNEY THAT AWAITS ALL
WITHIN THE ENDLESS DESTINED DREAM DESTINATION THAT
CALLS FORTH TO ALL SOULS TO RETURN OUT FROM THE GRAVE

I have found a friend, freest of Spirits
Born in hard prisons and
abiding their like a sleeping lion
For even in the darkest and crassest times
Liberty trembles in the lines of poets

And affirms itself in the pages of thinkers
And Burns solitary and magnificent
In some men who can not be assimilated
by the world around them.
For Liberty appears as abiding purely
And invincibly and consciously
Only in a few noble spirits.

FOR "OUT FROM THE GRAVE" IN VENGEANCE NOW COMES...

All The While Awaiting...

Death Death Death
Comes Sweeping Down
Filthy Death The Leering Clown
Death On Wings
Death By Surprise
Failing Evil In Worldly Eyes

Death Thats Born
As Life Succumbs
Love & Death Two Kindred Drums
So Keep The Faith Until Judgment Day
An Actor In A Passion Play
Without Beginning Without End
Forever More AMEN...

SO KEEP YOUR FALSE FAITHS UNTIL JUDGEMENT DAY
BUT AN ACTOR IN A DIVINE PASSIONPLAY
SO BETTER SELL IT OFF & SELL THY SOUL IN THE END
FOREVER MORE ITS GONE GONE GONE AMEN!!!
Enter Now into The New Age of Cyber Terror
Seen in The Magic Mirror of Reflected Truth
At The Truth That Lies Forever Unto Eternity Within...

FOR: DEATH WILL FOREVER BE JUST THE BEGINNING
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All Rights Reserved

FOREVER UNTO SANDMAN'S SWEET SLUMBER ROOM
AND TO THUS...
SO DEDICATED TO THOSE, BY THOSE & FOR THOSE
WHO HAVE SUFFERED IN BITTER SADNESS & SORROW
THROUGH ALL THESE LONG YEARS THAT HAVE NOW PAST...
And Thus May The Force Of Truth & Freedom
Be Eternally With You Forever

And So Thus As Always So Be Thus So...
Signed Gladly , Sadly & Tragically
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord

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"Alone of Angels Death has no love for gifts,
Libation helps you not, nor sacrifice.
He has no altar, and hears no hymns;
From him alone Persuasion stands apart."

Aeschylus (525-465 B.C.) "Niobe"

NOW JUST LIKE BEFORE FADE TO ETERNAL BLACK