Mindless in the midst of a dark gestalt; gibbering Governance by an unseen master; actions, motivations, seemingly controlled of a will not their own. Volition, strangled out, a shadow cast, weighs heavily on their being. Apocalyptic yearning for something larger than themselves has allowed this stain to invade their weakened minds. Privileged to bear witness to this magnificence, they dare not look upon, lest they be blinded in the presence of godliness. Ethically divested, a moral abandonment Brainwashed to believe in such heinous malfeasance his paths of deception... The fruition of strife, pain, fear and cruelty has manifested Feeding, gorging, growing, overtaking endlessly. Preying on the weaknesses of failed flesh. Exploiting the worthlessness of a failed existence, succumbing to self-destruction in his name. A vile miasma, suffocating with each breath, summation of a concentrated corruption. Spreading, infecting with malevolent precision sinking down deeper into the depths of despair. Consumed by his shadow Swallowed in the blackness it casts, executioner's motives finally revealed. No escape from this grim finality. Fate written by a hand not their own, the end nearing at a staggering pace; worshiping its arrival. An abyssal darkness, a nothingness beyond description trapped unknowing in his divine shadow.