Chapter V: The Gifted Child

Within the soiled remnants of decaying, dismembered offsprings, beckoning from the grave from which they are being born.

Perverted Psychics, magical mystics, wicked witches, eviscerating empaths, heretical healers and silent starseeds attend this morbid ritual: The gravebirth of an omen of enlightenment.

Chewing their way out of the womb, ravaging the corpse that bred them while the audience chants hymns of healing.

Arisen from an eviscerated mound of human decay, the gifted child has emerged.

The macabre ritual of a Graveborn Empath, a Great Empath, the one who will be granted high authority of all things spiritual.

Heed my warning, sacred one, while we inseminate those who have been deceased, they force the burden of life upon us.

Nail the snobs to the cross.

They worship the meaning of currency and regulation...

We bring upon abundance and eternal satisfaction.

As the sacred and gifted one grows older, their name is feared by more and more as we make the narcissists bleed and bleed.

Looking back at their tomb, an eternity trapped in their eyes while the frozen air engulfs their mortal shell...

This is an anguish that they must endure to become pure, as did their legendary ancestors.

The futile, female offspring of Briazk descends down to my masochistic, massacre manor and thus, the war shall begin.