The black dawn of Gaia Hand of Judas part 2.5

The Black Dawn of Gaia Hand of Judas part 2.5:

The lands of flesh enter the hellbound heart of Duhov.

The intro song for the chapter: What They Bring by Immolation.

"Quote of the chapter: "Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have "Clive Barker :

I was going through vast planes. I saw pure geometrical eldritch to humankind Welter of stars resembling eyes. They were goat-light. They were constantly shifting. It was so eldritch. There was a highly excoriating mass of flesh and tentacles. Some of the mass of flesh looked like it had mouths filled with random place humanoid teeth of various sizes and atrociousness, grotesque unnatural vibrancy, evoking madness. There were so many acts of the self-mutilation ritual ceremony of cannibalism and desecration of all mutilation ritual ceremony of cannibalism and blasphemy of pure and unholy Chiaroscuro was everywhere. I saw a mass of worm-like flesh molded into various shapes and had mouths that looked so disgusting that my eyes were fucking!!!!! Multiple locusts, slugs, caterpillars, and insects that witches were known to summon, used for rituals, or familiars crawled out of my mouth as I was bleeding black blood. From my mouth, it looked like the hue of black that of a sponge. Some humanoids looked like they had iron shackles; some of these fleshy, skeletal humans were praying while whipping themselves. There was a humanoid with tentacles hung from this fleshy plane that I was traveling through. It was humid and succulent, with so many xeno features singing religiously. I saw a humanoid religiously praying a xeno song that was the sounds of the strange. There were Large worms of flesh the size of an adult green anacondas that looked like an abomination, that looked like male sexual reproductive organs. They were crawling and wrapping around the necks of humanoid flesh victims of the plane of depravity, which was pure corruption of freedom and was a heresy on the wheel of life. This realm felt like a Samsara of torture, death, insanity, and other words I could even describe.....there were massive temples that looked like iron maidens of..... geometrical masses of flesh from various aliens and humans. These so many mountains of flesh cores would make you shake in your very essence like a prowling tiger waiting. It's grasslands, staring at you for minutes, licking its Jaws, the pure natural desire for freedom and survival. My faith was a dim hope of joy in a deep abyss of the unknown supernatural inversion of the sublime. In this realm, I felt I was getting groomed to be the next victim. Countless beings look like victims of enslaved people. There were massive towers of a Horn deity that looked like an inversion of Shiva and Kali. They were headless but carrying their heads, which had green ghastly hues that were unknown to my mortal mind. They were being attacked with so much dread drastically, and I felt my subconscious eating away from why I was alive. It felt like I was shifting into a distortion of the very this was realm of nightmare. There were balloons of embryos that had deformed humanoids. The skies were filled with them. Some of them had goat-like humanoid beings. They had various black tentacles dreadfully protruding from them, moving like a dance of whips. There were lakes of blood and flesh that were rotten. The smell in the realm was the stench that captured the very energy of dread. The smell had the scent of corpses that were burning in the depths of an inferno; I had layers of smells so Xeno, vile like a sewage plant being blown up. A humanoid being had a lower body that looked like an aberration of an uncircumcised phallus of tentacles. Some of those tentacles release black spores into the air. There were hills of skulls of humanoids of various stages of life and death. There was a winged dragon worm-like demon that had the smell of piss. They had endless rows of teeth. They had wings made from tentacles. The wings had holes in them. Some were the same color as a pig getting its brains blown out. Their skin looked like the surface of their brains. With various holes in their body that looked like prolapsed hemorrhoids, it was the unborn young. The vile brings had a mane of geometric fangs that looked like hawk talons, two sets of the jaw that were gapping, and various slime and bacteria that anyone throws from its mere sight. The flesh had green veins all over its thick, mucus-filled skin. The vile demon back had trillions of tentacles that looked like oversized cowhide whips. They look like they are self-mutilating themselves. Their chest was just a sound mouth spitting a black tar-looking substance. It was like it was throwing up venom. The worm dragon creates three tails. That looked like oversized tapeworms. The faces of these dragons had so-called eyes that were hollow sockets that would make the skin crawl of a person with Trypophobia.

The hat looked like they had stitches that seemed so weak and damaged stitches that they were griping on to life. The humanoid had a hood of skin like a king Kobra. Its back had various arms; some of them were choking themselves, stabbing, and trying to sexually pleasure themselves as they also attempted to devour their flesh and bone. The atmosphere was filled with dreadful golden lights oozing with grayish-golden blood in the lakes where humans were getting baptized in the blood of those lakes of flesh. The tree's oak was made of bone; some of the branches were grayish-black tentacles that would grab humanoids to put in its iron maiden-like mouth. Packs of wolves had the heads of a hybrid between a dragon, snake, and goat. These demons had a fur of tentacles. They had manes of worms, snakes, and other Beings that were xeno. The atmosphere of these relams had black holes that looked similar to the portal of teeth and tentacles.

There was rain that was a combination of flesh, fecal matter that was liquefied, and nuclear fallout. There were temples made from the husk of feminine flesh-like humanoids that crossed the lines of pure eldritch erotica that I could even comprehend. There were colossal-sized versions of the centipede made from victims of injustice and falsely accused. They were swimming in the massive Crimson fleshy lakes with a sickly yellow, red-gray fleshy aura. This realm was pure, evil, and agony that was unimaginable. My very spirit felt filled with a loss of hope and other emotions flowing through me like a current of darkness. I was looking into a world of iniquity. Disgusting acts of untold Eldricth grotesque, ritualistic, blasphemous war crimes that made the earth look like an innocent child. That was a poser of edge. There was a mountain that was made from heads that were shrunk in the mouths of these poor beings who had hearts that were sacrificed to the god of the dreaded Morning Star.

There were legions of levitating lichs; They wore robes made from humanoid leather. The robes had yellow, red, and green eldritch colors that would make an artist take their life because they could not recreate them colors that were a duality of divine and the dark sides of the sublime; they had an aura that was like nuclear radiation was visible a Grand King Ghidorah golden hue that forced an energy of dominance and dreadful intentions dominance and pure horrific authority. Some of the lichs had manes of tentacles and halos of Umbilical cords—this light Like created various jewelry that looked like metals unknown to man. Some of the lichs had golden armor. They held candles invoking the name of. Dhov is screaming in various tones that were xeno to my ears.....I could see some of these cenobites of Duhov wearing a mask prolonged that looked like the face of creatures that looked cross-bewildered in nature, so unholy gracefully dancing in the wind. Some lights held chains, and at the end of the chain were humanoid beings.

(inside the eyes of these old lich beings was a yellow cosmic nebula of deadlights swimming like souls like the river within the underworld. There were various hues of yellow and gold that I had never seen in my small shitty.....fucking...life.!!)

(subconscious thoughts: Run!!!!!! i Need to get fuck on....man I'm losing my shit.)

The clouds look like massive stem cells with various tentacles protruding from the gray, slimy mass of flesh. That smells like a burning body. The stem cell clouds had produced green lighting. Some of them were smithing, and some humanoids were trying to pray and repentance; some were in Buddhist lotus meditation position. They had chains on their necks that looked like it was made from Chitterlings and smelled like raw, fresh harvest ones as well. Some snowflakes looked like they were made from maggots. The roads of this plane look like Propionibacterium acnes cell form. There were broken religious temples and towers of unknown. Civilizations had been lost in the webs of ShelothBane, the Outer goddess of the web of fate. The city of flesh was a mockery of everything pure and divine. There were plantations of flesh with cotton-like fields of testicles picked by enslaved fleshy humanoids, which were small imps that looked like one stole their skin. They were screaming in agony. Some of the creatures wore a dress of the skin of people with high melanin browns. Some look like goblin sharks, mackerel, and other beings that were too xeno to describe. Some creations would make even a mother abandon them. They had bodies filled with spirals that looked self-inflicted. This plane of existence made my root chakra feel like it was dying. I could feel the pain on different levels as I was an eye, a ghost, a phantom that was being guided

(one lichs was double the size of the normal lichs. It had bread of tentacles. It had so many runes. It had a dark, angelic, eldritch; they had wings that looked like seraphim made from bone and flesh, golden skulls that had a prominent symbol that was a yellow skull with an omega symbol, and a Saint Peter's cross. There are massive mounds of ham hocks, hog jowls, and pigs' feet, ears, skin, and intestines ... that look fused into eldritch beings of physical suffering that were eating each other and eating themselves; the stars of this existence were the Confederate star made of stitched orbs. Some of the lichs had tentacles that looked like a fusion between a penis and a maggot with rows of sharp teeth and grayish black fluids that looked like the same consistency as seamen. Some lichs wore purple robes and used sickles made from bone and tentacles of flesh.

(in the air, millions of feathers of birds look skin alive and look like raw chicken.)

A lich had robes made from human skin that was ebony. Some had masks that looked like a zodiac killer but were made from the flesh; I could see that one of them had third eyes that were a philosopher stone that was an egg shape. Some lichs had black, gray, bronze, and other colors that were so gloomy.

There were mountains of mummified monks. They look like they were followers of Duhov. They wore yellow and black religious robes. There were cats' and cows' skins alive, fused like an Orthrus. The Head of the cow had a third eye That was a gapping mouth that was spitting blood, saliva, dirt, mucus, sexual fluids, and other humanoid fluids.)

(meanwhile, the sounds of a holy choir singing.)

(on earth 666)

(The Black Dawn of Gaia)

(It's day one, 11:45 pm.)

(Black Creek Baptist Church of the Divine Quadrinity of the conscious in mindful)

Outside this church, huge, white, and golden, it had the aura of the subline. It was a fusion of a synagogue, a Buddha temple, and various Christian beliefs. There were hybrid Buddhist nagas that were golden, had a red pineal gland charm, had robes that were white, and had a red Tibetan Buddhist Meditation yoga belt. There was a statue of a goddess with massive erotic bosoms that some of her hands were wearing supporting; she was one of the statues behind the greenhouse and was under a gigantic crimson hybrid of a willow tree and a Nishiki Japanese Dappled Willow that was massive. There were other gods of feminine beauty and fertility. They were carved in marble. They capture the divine erotic of the physical shell of a women.

7794 W. Grand Innsmouth Black Creek. Mi.USA

(there is a beautiful stained deception of a Quadrinity of gods Odin on the bottom. In the middle was the mind of Nehebkau, the right King Solomom, and then it was Yahweh. The glass looked heavenly. The servants of god were chanting in their holy tongues with grace. There is a man who is pouring holy water inside a bowl of Thirty pieces of silver coins. They were The Antiochan Stater and Tetradrachms coins. The man has a large black Cappello Romano on his head. He looked like he was 35. Five, he had salt-in-pepper hair that was Medium reg barracks cut. he had an eagle clutching a U.S. Navy anchor, trident, and flintlock-style pistol. This gold badge. He had hidden golden dual pistols with the symbols of the Quadrinity and the symbols of Zailius, the creator of the divine rulers of light and order. The man has a marine face that has seen war. He had a scar on his left eye. He had an eye patch with a bone frog symbol, And there was a hall of our military gear that belonged to this Marnie navy seal priest. His right hand was a black cybernetic advancement secret to the common folk. Still, it had a mask of a fool's mystique by looking like advancement that was secret to the common folk, but it had a mask of a fool mystique by religious signs of Zailius, the creator of the divine rulers of light and order. There were various Veladoras with religious figures and beliefs.

There are various statuses of Thoth and  Hermes Trismegistus; there were multiple types of lavender smelling. The room had marvels and golden geometrical shapes that were elegant and had an exquisite art of religious moments like the supper or even a painting of the chalice of Jesus, the holy grail of the Quadrinity of gods pentagrams and another signal of the arcane was warding off the evil f this town. Inside the church, one of the stained glass works depicted A forest with infinite Kabbalah trees that made a forest of Omniveres. The church had ivory halls; there were statues of angels of different ranks like ophanim, cherubim, seraphim, and other Yazata. There was a confession booth that looked like it predated the Roman Catholic era. Some halls had religious leaders of humanity and popes of all natures. There was Buddha, the sultan of the word of Nehebkau, and Jesus Christ, the son of the great Yahweh, the naga pope and founder of the arcane numerology and zodiac astrology. There are rows of gold and ivory white catholic pew. There were jars of Iwakuni white Japanese snakes, albino king cobras, and other white snakes. There were pictures of The father of the church and his wife, a nun that is so beautiful, just an older version of her daughter, Emma Athena, white; she looked more like a recognition of her mother. There were even photos of Emma and her friends. I looked at Bill, and thoughts of the past flooded me.

Father?????!!!!... Father!!!!..... Oh My Yahweh, I need your help. !!!!An older gentleman was running me, stumbling, and fell to his knees. The elder had a face that was the fuel of stress, and you could see this man's work. They were deep. He had a baby face shave, not a hair on his face.his hairline, he had a Roman tonsure hairstyle with pure gray hair, he had Windsor glasses, and he had an old Southern accent, reminiscing of Texas.) Before for I even hear the following words he says. I pull on my phone and get a text from my daughter Emma. Her contact name is My Snow Princess. Man, I read the days when she was young and still learning about the earth.

What do you want? Why do you have the face of a man who saw satan playing his fiddle? Elder Petersons? I grab my lighter and then spark my wine-flavored slim black cigar. I could taste the fancy tobacco all-American flavor. This was the cigar of freedom, I thought in my head as I smoked, looking at Mr. Petersons' nervous old-town folk vibe but with class. Don't worry if herbs are blessed from this very church. I, Judy, know you hate the cinnamon stick tobacco leafy burning smell. He was shaking like a dog. His old, wrinkled skin was a dreadful sight to behold.

🧊👸❄️Emma, my sweet Ice princess :

Dad!!!!! We need? You help a lot of supernatural things be going on. I'm terrified!! I feel like something is watching us. Please come 🆘 help!!! We are in the black. Creek Central Woods and bring the help you need; love your snow princess.

There was a photo of a campsite that looked like a bat ran out fucking hell. There were greyish-black pine trees that released a slime. It was so disgusting it looked like blood and liquid cow shit; no matter what, I thought through my head as I looked at the chaos, I need to save my daughter, and I hope she is safe and other thoughts of a concerned parent.

While Lector. O Peterson was getting up from like a hen with no head. He was rubbing the top of his bald head

The screen light was too fucking bright it flashed in my glasses like it was one of the suns of

Father Whites!!!!, your brother-in-arms who owns the local gas station.......

By the gods,....... something so ghastly happened

I reach in my pocket because.......I took out my napkins that had religious symbols. Pass him one so he could wipe the sweat on him.

(there's a table filled with different religious relics that look like a hybrid of various Catholic and spiritual symbols; there are religious-looking mason jars and jars filled with various herbs and flowers. There was a greenhouse filled with plants such as Arbor Vitae, crimson Carnation, Daisy, white honeysuckle, sunflowers, and other flower petals. There were packs of Rowan seeds that had a tree of Yggdrasil with the pentagram that had the alchemist symbols of iron, gold, and pearls. There were vast amounts of magical plants, and there were books of multiple religions. There was a small frame of members of the church. There's a photo hanging of Oscar, Bill, and Emma. They wear their Sunday best, giving smiles of pure joy and happiness. They were one with Father white and Dante, Emma, and Oscar. They all had a big smile. Father white had his hands on the heads of Oscar and Dante in a loving father and older brother way. Oscar had a shortcut at the time and was throwing up a piece sign. Emma is holding a bouquet of white roses and other flowers that are the symbol of purity. Dante had the hand sign of love. He had short dreadlocks that were pure red )

Dale Gold, the owner of the black shell, has gone missing, and people are saying....there so me, goat demon!!!? Prowling around, attacking, and kidnapping people from our poor town. The older adult's face was covered with pure pain and suffering like he was the physical equivalent of gloom and depression. I could see him shut his white teeth, Which had one golden tooth.

I smile at him, projecting a face of joy when hiding my emotions...Now, Lector, let's not just jump to conclusions. He might just be drinking and fishing again. You know that man loves his trouts, and he loves his little boat that had the words S. S Lovecraft.

Well, I will be dam if you think so; Dale, at least make a phone call or email me. I am getting worried that someone might have done something to him. He is just a good man of god and Navy Seal marine elite just like you who put up everything for our country of the United countries of North America. Man, I wish I wasn't a coward...I wish I were a Templar of the Quadrinity. He then put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a green cigarette, but then said do you mind??? White, I know you hate the smell of Kingsport cigarettes. The pack of cigarettes had a logo of a parent and a head of a lion. The tail of this vile creature was devilish; it looked like a manticore but with various barbs on its scorpion. The pack had a small symbol of the rose croix, but It was a serpent wrapped around it, similar to the staff of Asclepius. It had two god wings and a flame that looked like the exact shape of a candle flame.

Have you also heard there have been sightings of a witch covenants mountains? A witch covenant of pagen skinwalkers who curse the name of the godhood!!!, many of them are hiding in plain sight??! Boy, oh Boy, Dear Gods, I hope That I down walk past one of Those Devil Fucking cock stealing baby eating sons of guns lector said with a face of regret be started murmuring prayers of forgiveness. Oh, I'm sorry for my tongue in the house of the gods. I don't know what's getting into me. He sat down in the rows of chairs. He gave a blank state for a few moments like he was detached from reality.

I looked at him With a straight face of no emo while I adjusted my glasses. I was on The way to those heretics, and I got a list of items I want you to get by the time I'm back from the pub. May the good gods bless you, Lector, I said. I gave him a fake smile, hiding my rage with a mask that only my wife could see. Man, I wonder what she was doing at home. I hope she wasn't sick. Man, I don't feel like going to this shifty pub filled with sinners and pagans. It was home to the weirdos and lovers of dark taboos. I walked through the church to a secret backdoor through a confession booth that looked older than the Catholic Church of the 13 century.

I walk past all the rooms in this religious secret department of relics, books, And other things through history, like the ten books of Enoch and The Infinite divine comedy of the Samarao of mental hell. Before I left the room, I saw the portrait of Ininfte forest of world trees. Before I left, I pulled out a long black skim cigar and smoked it until it was half, saving the rest for later. I pull out my flask and then drink so Captain Black Beard Rum. I check the time by pulling out my fancy watch that has the symbol of alchemy there, the five elements. This was the symbol that reminded me of the horrors of war I have caused. My eyes and hands started manifesting. My eyes looked like a storm of pure golden lighting dancing with rage as I saw a faint reflection of my face. My eyes reflect my rage.

All hail The Goodhead.

Then I heard on my radio that.....SCP Foundation and The Greytech had just made a company merge, said the radio. By God's grace, that means lower rent and more public housing. Man, let The God Goods rule. God bless you, guys, said host Mr.MorningStar with smooth jazz radio host vibes. It sounds like the voice of an angel full of soul.

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