The tides of bondage tries to evaporate, the stronghold lingers by reason of force, delegating through time and space, seeking open wounds to light the fire of Revenge, digging deeper to destroy the source of Hope. The story of faith is more to comprehend, it will lead the way to cleanse, the darkness will battle to the death, more than anyone perceives but those who are truly destined for light will never unfold the velocities of enormous fear that gathers in the night. Gluttonous pigs are in sight, to defend themselves in pity and rage, trying to take away the certain end of their age. The brightness of truth will destroy their plague. The last Trump will sound and their end is doomed forever glazed
