Aphorism - Horrified

From far came to spread his love

On weakness, displays his lying touch

Servant to us

Our greatness, given to his god

Dreams, buried to faulse light

When you face the last hour

And the reaper of the gate

If you want to enter

Do not speak his name

You fool

You ignorant

Temptation drinks life as it goes

Ignore faulse prophets and their laws

Servant to me