CHAPTER FOUR (WIND):
THE DOOMED MESSAGE

One must silently resign
But also feel her inner cries
Soaked in this doomed message
Conceived by those who will never be

A voice was born, and made its way
Through the winds of ages,
Growing strong and bold
Reaching our eyes, touching our souls

Was it spawned upon malevolent will
Or from far beyond imagination
Futile is the desire to understand
But so it burns in our profound conscience

“ Profane spirits, catch the wind
Be docile and let the disillusion
Overwhelm your aspiration”

“Advised spirits, be infused by melancholy
May your heart be shattered
And be rebuilt by this revelation”

“Enlightened spirits, obey the sacred verses
Inspire its fatality, and eventually”

“Expire the will to not be”

Through the natural elements
A magnificent accumulation of suffering, unchained to deliver the prophecy
Will perform an impressive hymn to Nihil

A fatalistic knowledge will blow, crushing comfortable ignorance
As the words echoes in mind,
Sadly to late to seize the doomed message

For she is the one
Who whispered what was once a thought,
Who speaks what was once a whisper,
And who will yell the truth

On behalf of destiny