Pain

We are a temporal paradox.
FAUST freaks, the all-seeing EYE of idiocy.
Seekers of the immutable truth...what is truth but an ever changing landscape.
A cosmic stream that ebbs and flows as the moon waxes and wanes.
Truth is malleable full of great mystery and ever eroding, yet we'd still sell our souls for a single glimpse behind the contextural underpinnings of that universal veil.
We are explorers on the fringes of madness.
Silent sweeping guardians of the Black Arts.
We are the horizon of absolute truth and beyond comprehension stands an empty void imploring to be painted by man's divinity and our harrowing conquest to besmirch the angelic face of DIABOLISM.