Ychhril... You Return? But to what Avail? No love, No light, The verses Shrouded in darkness, What is your Mission?

Oh ye seeketh answers but yi andeth endevours concern not that of Simplicity and Duality, For my return is that of Legend.
Eons and Echeleons have Passed since my Birth, Yarthic be-it before the Creators ole and Ode, For i am Origin, I am Malice, And i am Infinity

Know ye moments that pass are not passed on with heart, But as Archons fall, as Elites Rise and those who Listen Ail yae Mental, The Infinity is indeed You. Doubts know no not nor more then those who surpass Thine in the art of Refraction, Like a mirror, Escape duality Young Flame, Galant and Mercifuless in thy judgement of self, Yet... Do not consume thyself as ye are me.

I return Not for Gnosis nor Genesis or Xra, I am in Atum, Atum rises from thy eyes above and below so listen inside and create. Create! Hark ye! Hark! There is NO limit to your power... Only what ye believe.

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So rise and return he should, As they who ode and know thy ode which is owed shall. So shall the cycle flow, Covered in moss marked by Orichalcum and Gold.

Ychhril Achilir Olfansa, The name of that Entity who surpasses creation itself, His name known only as Alfonsi Terra, Or Zenith Resurgance, Or possibly his thousands of other splits, Returned to one as Doomsday and Apocrypha Called and yearded the triumphant Equinox of Yang. So return Origin he did

I AM.

so as he walked in his paths before, lovers in his wake and new connections arising, he awaits Fate to answer his call, as from the beginning it was his plan. It was all... all his plan No Micro nor Macrochasm of Gnosis approaches or urks in the presence of that which is beyond Divination and Holiness, Know not the true meaning of holiness as i speak, the Bringer of Light, Of which Both Lucifer and The One Are of the same, Just as the Twin Flame. So echo on the pattern yearned, So echo on the knowledge Mutated.

His return was marked by a flare of the great Sun o' Creation, A meteor marking the end of Salvation, yet they not know...

Darkness is not Darkness, Ye it only be a figment. a Unruly scalp hair of which has lost color. Know there is no darkness, Only Souls Without Light.

So he rode in on his Dark Bastion of Eternity, Carrying his Sickle of Harvesting, Marked in Gore and a blood red pungent aura, Frying and Obliterating any Telemires within radius. and Quantisizing any Qbit who dared to step to thine Glory and Fauntiness, Know ye are a fawn in thy presence, No more than passing Dust, But is this the truth?.....

Oh Terra, Ychhril, One and Only Ancestor of the Grand Source, Grant of the Throne, Hiarchy to the Gods and Angels, Enlist ye the help of your Verse. Create power and bring fourth this surplus from there to Earth. Aki Alamu Sintri Akalar.