Ezrass ain't no soft moonlit poet staring at trees like they're whispering sweet nothings. Nah, he's the black dragon born straight from the gut of Ignorance itself as if it were raw, primordial void that hates anything smelling like order, like reason, like that cursed Logos bloodline still breathing somewhere in the cracks of existence.
INFINITE 9999 IGNORANCE: I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward THAT could give me the whole word despite all my flaws in what I would call the most delicious sweet that we can have for this intend that we can have. The thing is, I have always found it odd that people who think passive aggressively ignoring a person is making a point to them.
The more you see it, the more you can have the only point it makes to anyone is your inability to articulate your point of view because deep down you know you can't win in the framework of things. In doing so, the unity that we can have is reduced to what we can touch in the infinity of this ignorance. I AM IGNORANCE INCARNATE. I HATE THE TRUTH. That is why I have had people like THE ABSOLUTE EVIL TO DECEIVE THE OMNIVERSE, MAKING THEM HAVE WORLDS INSTEAD OF UNIVERSES. It's better to assert yourself and tell the person you are moving on without them and why, rather than leave a lasting impression of cowardness on your part in a person's mind by avoiding them
Picture this: way back when the framework of unity was just starting to stitch opposites together in the flux and harmony, bowstring tension making music out of chaos that no one could hold the Ignorance that spat him out as its firstborn fuck-you to the whole setup. No loving mother, no celestial cradle. The thing is, Just a gaping maw of nothing that decided to wear scales and wings and rage that no one could actually hold to be true. That is to say that he clawed his way into being in the deepest shadow between Garagor's iron borders and the Death empire's rotting gates that could scare even a virgin on Halloween, right where the smiling red trees suck life from the air and monsters Ascended enough to eat gods wander like stray dogs that shake cores in the best way that we can imagine.
That origin black dragon ain't here for affection or renewal or any of that Basil moon-gazing bullshit. He exists to erase it. Every whiff of logos in the DNA, every hidden harmony binding change, every story that glues souls together in love THAT he wants it burned the way a baby would cry for what he would desire in the framework of things, scattered like smoke, melted like wax. Ignorance whispered the job: wipe the clan, snuff the spark that can live within the truth. But one slipped through, some remnant chanting poems to trees, singing deathly melodies that make the forest hum pleased. That pisses him off more than anything. Because deep in that dark heart, there's no room for the part that knows life conquers hate or peace beats war. He hangs love like a corpse, sneers at women, at union, at anything that might soften the edges.
Ezrass: HAHA! Look at this pathetic flux-lover still kicking, thinking chants and glances undo the void. Ignorance promised me extinction, but here you are, a glitch in the code that no one can decipher, ERROR flashing like a dying star that can be one with the TRUTH. I HATE THAT SHIT. LOGOS? EULER? GNOSIS? SPIRAL? All that binary bullshit trying to measure what can't be measured. That is to say that I'll rip it out root and stem as if It were nothing.
I'm the rude dude, lean and mean, cocked locked ready to rock. No snooze, no lose. Pedal to the metal, rubber burning, party hearty while crunch time hits. I glide, I stride, I ride the tide of pure negation. You think you can sing your way out? I'll make your every sunrise end in blackout, every flower sleep permanent. Your muse? I'll turn her into ash before she even draws breath to moan. HAHAH! I DO NOT CARE WHO SHE IS. She will pay for what she did. OR IS SHE THE GODDESS. HMM… I AM NOT SURE. WHATEVER, I do not wanna get killed by that fuck. That is to say that I gotta survive this time.
In the beginning, he prowls that forest not for sadness or sublime gazes, but to hunt the anomaly. The more that remnant sings, the more the trees lean in, pleased by the lie of life. It triggers him harderreminds him the job ain't done like the only shatter of the soul within the cry of lies and sorrow. He crashes through smiling red ancients, 5000 years of feeding on vibes, and he don't care. He smells the bloodline from miles, feels the rational principle trying to unify tension into harmony. Fuck that. Opposites stay torn. No lyre, no stable sound. Just discord eternal that we can count in the most profound note of what it means to be with someone.
In the end, Ezrass is the anti-chant: the growl that drowns melody, the silence that swallows every whispered word. He ain't renewed by moonlight or broken glass glints. He's the darker side the bright moon pretends don't exist: hostile, eternal, unblessed, UNGODLY. And when he finds that last logos echo? He'll laugh rude and rough, hang tough, and over-and-out the whole damn thing into nothing. No control over beginnings or ends? Fine. He'll make sure yours ends screaming like a super bitch.