Too receptive hearts, extorted The walls of horror built around and the cold eyes of icons whose sights are as dreadful as all the demons from the depths of this age.
The sign of the cross Satisfaction of crucifixion - a nightmare upon the shoulders of mankind, choking a little spark of Spirit in the name of the highest Truth.
A slight suggestion of laughter signifying your condemnation. Sacrifice of love to worship the Unseen, the Unknown one.
Stiff beauty of science gives life to the swelling fear in which the dramas of everyday fights are mirrored. The awful splendour and lust of the material values are growing and blooming along with fear, the fear that´s sown by a pious hand in a groove of the years. It´s not just a sleep a moment before awakening but death with a malicious grin.... .....a whiteness never before seen.
The fear has blinded their lives the Sin has become a part of their breaths. The rise of misery has begun when the suffocation of souls has been done. That was the age of angels.....