content: Bone Skies. The way to more is though less. You are owned by this world this flesh, it works you like an animal. Then you end no more future. Bone is way out, the way to be more then this ending. It is to die yet live. For this world is not enough.  These burdens we carry are heavy in the veil. Alone you are afraid you want to give up to be no more. I know.  Fear not you are not alone. Stripped of your sins and desire you are pure. You are one of the loved. The are so many weighted down by sin they will sin down into to mud and blood never to be.  Bone breaks the chains imposed by sin. Alone you are weak with Bone you are strong.  The world is full of   possibility and joy if you lift they veil. Imagine my Brothers and sisters how sweet it would be to be free. The monsters who live in the blood are not our shadows. We are made of light and song. These leeches them who feed on sin lie. They act as though they are natural. They are a perversion of all that is holy and true.  People falter, they fail they lie and are evil. These acts have always happened true enough but woe to those who made what was evil good. In Os they were remade or destroyed not excused or exalted.  It was good and it was just. All had eyes to see.  Os will overcome the world that is not the world. The skies shall be shattered and the winds will rise into a roar. Bloodbrains will quake and cower with fear but you will know that that you are free. The way will be open. The end is beginning and the beginning starts at the end. Shed your flesh and began to become.