"If anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part from the Book of Life, the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book."

-Revelation 22:19 (nkjv)

   Perhaps one questions or should question the presence of god -- why does a being who created the universe let humankind destroy themselves? Perhaps what would happen if Eve did not eat the fruit from the tree of knowledge -- Pandora's Box would not be opened and the book of the dead would not be opened. The Gates of Hell are revealed -- the cardinal sin still stands waiting to be opened. The apple would not be eaten -- mankind's oldest fear would be nonexistent.

   The tour of one's mind takes them into a realm of which is unspeakable -- a horror of which the morbid fear is becoming one's own reality. The unhallowed visions of which expose a question -- one within a state of Postmortem, a point of no return. The imagination of one is haunting perhaps -- as the visions of spiral torment; Pandora's Box is unlocked within one's immortal soul. One's thought patterns -- of which open their personal box of horror -- Raping them from within their mind. The voice within their mind is telling them they have sinned; tormenting them to the point of which they are willing to commit self-murder.

   The thoughts within are screaming -- the immortal soul is tortured from within. The disturbing dreams keep appearing as one sleeps -- another dream begins when another ends, the visions of immortal torment; a darkness of which they cannot escape. Their visions inhabit a infernal cycle -- as the symbol of the dragon grasping its own tail. The infernal torment becoming reality -- as the wormwood destroys Saint and Sinner alike. Madness has revealed its ugly head as the Reaper comes for a soul -- asleep within a grave, cold and lifeless, as it knows the fate of one's state of being; a thief digging up a grave to steal a corpse in middle of the night.

   The box of Pandora has been opened -- revealing the demons and the Abominations that have been set free upon the earth. Spirits are free to roam after postmortem until the day of Spiral Torment arries -- the becoming -- the vision of martyrs that were crucified in the same matter that the Christ was, within the state of being. Screams of one thousand sould inhabit one's mind -- tormenting one inside of their darkest nightmares. Perhaps one could see the torment within the world of postmortem -- feverish dreams of pain and suffering -- taking a suicidal hold, the infernal nightmare is only the beginning.

   Voices of the lost souls -- suffering in the fires of Hades, in a place of weeping, crying, and the infernal gnashing of teeth. Pandora could not even fathom the torment -- of which she opened the box, releasing Satan and Hades on to a world of hurt. The visions of her spiral torment lead her to her own demise -- of a fate which still left unseen. No one could see their demise of sorts -- nor could only one is that the greek gods and goddesses who were never alive to begin with. The dark demise of Socrates -- the man who never told a lie, could not see his own execution taking place. Perhaps the Christian martyrs could not fathom the fate becoming -- The fate of their demise.

   The Spiral Torment has taken one's mind and left it in a state of immortal torture -- as the wheel is still spinning as one watches the children of the sea burn in the Lake of Fire. For which one's mind is the source of torment -- unlocking a baroque reality, a reality of which is in a tormented mind; the visions of cadavers crucified on Y-shaped crosses as one sees this in their darkest nightmares. Perhaps one cannot say the reason -- to pray to God for mercy as he releases his wrath upon the earth. The wrath of a Merciful God -- released as one watches the sky turns black; the moon turns red as blood.

   The pattern of torment revolves in a circle -- as the dragon grasping it's own tail symbolizing the end of the Millennium. One watches in terror as two thirdsof the oceans turns to blood before their eyes -- the nature of reality beginning to end or just the sign of the Apocalypse of which is written in the Book of Revelation. Could these be the sign of the end -- a second coming? One could not even fathom the dark reality -- a darkness imprisoning a wicked world; as the world itself digs itself a grave. Thoughts and images from within -- the vision s of a stigmata, a bleeding from one's hands and feet as the angels watch the little children suffer.

   Whispers from the box speak -- one hour of darkness fills the empty skies, an eclipse. When the sinners look up, they will be blind because they will cry tears of blood -- they begin to scream, only to hear nothing but silence within their minds. One cannot fathom -- looking down upon his people, pounding on the gavel; handing out a solitary death sentence -- casting the damned in a lake of fire.