Through my external perception why do my higher eyes drift up to the edge of this oblivious Mist... clearly the power to exist is divine gift given.

My mind once lost in the process of such a costly debt.... no longer driven by external forces that when left unchecked threatens to limit my senses. With every step I have acquiesced to become a surety against my own free will mislead by an evil concealed only to steal my purity.

My bodies are so caught within in this point in time where Genesis has ended so long ago....so far away.... we have all prayed and begged to be protected from the stretch of this wretched Exodus. This DeCeiptive foe with an unquenchable thirst for power, control, and gold for ages has taken ahold of the souls of many innocent sentients, a hazy invasion into the state of a sacred people....