mntstar's mind

When your soul reaches the black depths of the eternal monster, you will hear a laugh.

A laugh that will make your entier being shake, and want to scream.

You will be in it's domain, in it's domain.

You will cry out in agony, as every last drop of your humanity drained,

There will be silence.

The Tormentor will rip the mask off his face.

Behind the mask there will be a face, a face of virtue, a face of despair.

You will remember the face that has haunted your dreams.

I will make you remember.

I will cast your body on the black broken soil of your life.

Your heart will bleed, bleed the length of the Nile and then some.

Your crying will be silent, no one wants to hear you.

You will know what it is like to have no one to care for you.

You will know what it is like to be worthless.

I will make you worthless.

I will make you a slave of your own devices.

I am your Tormantor, the Final judge.

Your soul will be ripped usunder.

Your cries unheeded.

Before me you will die.

As I have, before you, died.

There will be no ceromony, this is it.