Purveyor of lost souls

Lost among the spiritual realm found is thy soul unbound but cold gathered through the demon who counts each as sold embarking these soliders into dreams as visions become told. An ever echo of pain through anguish for who hears as blood bleeds from the ears through the soul Harvester who cleanse the Demons fears.

Through pain through torment the reign of the mortal plane is no longer dormant by closing the portal earth realm births are no longer important. As the War for Wars end becomes through darkness in thru light all fading through each new eternal night. For the prince of thieves who weaves earth realm spirits  in him all Demons believe.

Behold as told the pervayor of chaos ever guides the lost as sold. Eternal Demons embark from the deepest depths to become the spirits he eternally excepts. As one mortal travels in thru the portal where mortals unravel their dreams where Demons glean than gleam before their immortal awakes into a new day from the night of last night's past.

When tomorrow's end only borrows an infinite end through Heavens journey becomes Hell bound as Demons and Angeles both become crowned as eternal princes than kings and queens from a princess as all conveyed and made pure through their journey each endure. Oh of the fate each mortal has incumbured through the numbered to be thee subjugate.

Living thoughtful through moral so pure enchanted by Angels when seeking mortals the more. If unraveled by sins took for granted by the life we traveled in flight all small cardinal ones reunite when mortals at their portal do bear such plight. Oh mortal reality are we ignorant of the commandments or more innocent through immorality as such mortal is the living too die by withering technicality as inconsequential.

As the purveyor of the traverse cursed at mortalities end who first descend into the portal of mortal purgatory where their purveyor rehearse each other's story through athoritive oratory. From here in-depth Inquisitions are made till each spirit is conveyed to the second death. Those hellbound become bound to Hell as others conveyed through their fair story weighed through philosophical colors than transcend at their purgatory end.

When Angeles spirits than transcend from the mesh into the flesh of men Demons proceed to feed as demonic spirits bleed each seed that slowly descends into Hell. As Demons now reprimand each of all damned through the fall of man. Through the spiritual web that purgatory weaves spirits echo through voices that cry out in need out from the portal each mortal shall take heed.

A tear is bled for each led here may their purveyor be hailed within this sinful sphere and may the Demon count the amount of years as an Angel may shed their bled tears. Through the melodies of the bard's medo that let's an open wind begin and the gust thrusts from the south then north as the souls are carried henceforth than descends back to their place where grace intends.

Through sight of the guiding light from afar is a mere star seen near on an eternal night. Falling mankind is calling for the distant divine if ever too find through design the journey man and his purveyor is defined by a prayer and the souls eternal heir. When seasons change reasons range by ways each purveyor rearrange their souls sold through bargain and trade as weather will fade.

Through centuries counted souls gathered by their Harvester become the Demons thirst those philosophical Mater as seen between Angeles and Demons through the darkness no Angel will find the souls for their divine. Through daylight no Demon in journey will find no mortal among mankind defined as blind. As the light looms over the righteous darkness invites all heartless empowered by the night as the nocturnal remain eternal.