it was a peek, a time glimpse into the un-forbidden zone. i couldn't help but follow my curious nature, i couldn't help but look. call it weakness if you may, it's to late to matter, i looked, it's to late. the images and words are in my neural networks, i distorted them obviously because i have an artistic romantic vision, so they are mine now, a vision builds of red aura angels demoness, terrible beauty and beautifully terrible, the vortex of a man's destruction and salvation, passion that burns furnace like, mind sharper than razor blades, true scientific enquiry always leads to the occult world. true occult enquiry always leads to science. the two are strands entwined. they only work together, like a key in its lock, the doors of perception are open.