[Prophecy] Prophecy of Molted Skin

[Astrophysical 1003]

Prophecy of Molted Skin

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[This post follows all rules and redlines of Prophecy lore, anyone who holds the ability to see visions can peer onto this prophecy.]

 

The stale air reeks of sulfur as pitch darkness still blinds your sight.

It is painful to breathe, air chokes you like water, drowning your lungs.

You gasp and grasp at the very thing choking you, it hurts, it burns!

You crawl, nails scratching weakly upon a mountain of broken bone and rotting flesh.

 

A whispered voice echoes through the darkness, yet it is painful to hear:

Lo, upon sulfured winds doth he arise.

Borne of flame and malice, a cacophony of hatred.

Once upon a throne which all men aspire,

To a throne which all lords despair.

 

From the bodily soil erupts a colossal throne, long stairs meandering to the seat.

You ascend the long stairway, crawling at a snail’s pace.

Feelings of hatred overcome you, yet no cause or reason.

You still climb, yet the throne lies abandoned.

 

The voice returns, your head feels like it is going to split:

Lo, upon wings of sin doth he fly.

A molting of skin, unsightly yet divine.

From a cocoon of mortal wishes he springs,

To soar beyond the curtain of the world.

 

You tire, yet you are near the peak, you must go on!

The overwhelming scent of sulfur drowns every sense.

You did it, you grasp the arms of the seat,

And you sit upon the throne.

 

The voice returns one last time, yet there is no pain left to be felt:

Lo, upon salvation doth he leave.

Yet save thy gentle tears, children.

Do not weep upon loss,

But smile.

 

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I love schizo posting. This came to me while talking with a good friend and making future plans. Will they become reality? Maybe, maybe not.

 

 

[TreeSmoothie 4898]

4 hours ago, Astrophysical said:

Lo, upon salvation doth he leave.

Yet save thy gentle tears, children.

Do not weep upon loss,

But smile.

 

A man woke with a start, gnarled fingers clutched over his mouth as he wept. A horrid dream -- a dream? A dream. With trembling breath, he muttered to himself, "A nightmare. I'm not sinful, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not . . ."