Judgement

The prophet smashes the livened head
Shattering the informer into a cloud of fragments
Accompanying the devastation, a sudden strike
Deafening thunder explores every crevice of the cave and
The entrance blocked by the hailing boulders
The intruders halted
And the surviving imprisoned

The preaching scours for order telling the audience of the
Falseness of the head's claims
Crying of the newest prophecy
An answer, a means of conjuring the observer
The remaining left with little option
Following still as if shackled
Lead ever further into abyssal depths

A lifetime of wandering, yet no age
Nothing but the prospect of ascension
All that remains visible in the darkness is reflection
A reminder of self and the actions of past
All for survival, so it seemed

A dense, pulsing resonance coerces a unified thought among the remaining
A thought so brilliant the depths exposed and the survivors shown
A voice escalates the brilliance to ignition
Profound and incinerating, realization seen