Truth Blood In a universe of figment, Blood stays the lone truth. Blood was the main sanctuary at the introduction of religion. it was the primary way of thinking at the beginning of man. Blood is the unspeakable, for it preceded the word. And all domains conceived of it, fell when they deceived it. Blood is the Feoh and Ear, the start and the end and when compromised it Requests all conceived of it to ascend with all due respect. This is the genuine Blood desire, the insatiable hunger forever. you as a manifestation of your consecrated Blood, contain the expectations, dreams and consolidated endeavors of all who preceded. In your name wars have seethed, incalculable saints have fallen. All preliminaries of nature were survived, so you may breath. The possibility that drag you, by its will alone, has substantiated itself a power of nature. Relentless in its longing, resolute in its egotism. Nothing was saved that held its up. Reality that is Blood, is interminable. It is the abode of all genealogical soul and inability to ensure it, flags a finish to all you are the even and the vertical, you are the place where blood and predetermination meet, In this time you are its victor. It is you that remains before the endless inquiry and it is you that are accused of the appropriate response. ...