Extra Ecclesiam Nulla Salus

Here in prostration none dare bespeak the ideals that the order is uncertain
Blind reverance to the unperceived with scruples that contradict
When there is rapture waiting what value can you truly assign to all that is temporary
When concession to your maker disburdens you of all consequence
Just as the trinity begun, the temporal anthropocene ends in a violent paroxysm
As each body genеrates risks beyond their capacity to dissеct them
Would you rather immediate, indiscriminate destuction or a slow crawl into annihilation
At least this way your conceit is unscathed and your disregard can remain
Finally the population, as a collective, entwined in the belated act of compunction
The resulting deluge restores the once barren lands
Tis not something for you to believe but to be baptised in condemnation. Such as one can be slain, he cannot be crowned
How can you show repentance when your guilt is shed and put up on a vacant ideal?
I am truth itself, the rewarder of good men
I confer eternal rewards on my house of convocation
You have failed to respond to my grace and thus your judgement will be more severe
I gaze in dismay at the idea you can live without blame
No new body, no Eden
To remain humbled and unredeemed
To be crushed under the weight of their own sins
To have every aspect of their essence disappear
To accept certain perdition