Judgment of Thorns.
"And it was that in the Age of Guilt, there were those Church fathers who turned to the grand sin of Antinomianism, the hated worship of the self as Nous. The heresy spread as far as Pistis, infecting even the highest hierarchies with its deception."
Divinity Tears the Skies.
"It was a tumor on the stomach of the higher emanations, and in joy did Aphonia mock from its place in the dirt."
Wrath Unknowable.
The Unclear Exarch Flees.
"In those days, the unclear fathers did grow false faces upon their doors. The snapping of ancient bones echoed throughout even the holiest halls."
The Severing of the Union
"And when Nous brought thorns to tear at the flesh of apostates, there were those who called on the Aponaic names. Great mouths did appear to gnaw upon the holy thorns, only to snap their teeth and splinter their tongues."
The Apostates are Silenced.
"And as the Hypostasis descended, their wrath poured down with a hatred unmatched."
Lament of the Hypostasis.
"And the unclean Exarch, he whose name has been blotted from history, did flee at the sight of judgement."
The Grand Devouring.
"For him, there would be no reprieve."
And I will gather you up into my mouth.
"All around him did the Hypostasis descend, his servants entwined in thorny ropes and carried off into the heavens, shouting their horror until they could no longer be heard."
"In fear, the unclean Exarch called to the skies for forgiveness, his voice rusted and hoarse with panic."
"Only hatred came down in response."
"The unclear Exarch was brought up to the highest room of his palace, and in full view of his subjects was torn by teeth uncountable. Thus was the heresy of Antinomianism stomped out."
The Holy Tongue Frolics.
Cut Open the Stomach.
Punishment of the Hylics.
"Clean the limbic angels. The tongue in your mouth is not your own. The dialectic of Hypostasis has taught the meat has its own ethics."
Nail Your Tongue to the Oak Tree.
Taste Communion.
"Vibrant, who's tongue is in your mouth? He who dances with wheels, for I have no tongue."
You WIll Not See the Kingdom of Heaven.
Taste the Sethian Flesh.
Bathe in the Blood of Abraxas.
Drown in Aponoic Rot.
"Do you see me Father? I peeled back the skin of the hylics to dance with the angels in your limbic system."
Forgive me father, for I was unclean.
Forgive me formless.