Psychosomatic Revelation

One of them has wondered off,
into territory unknown.
One has cut his strings.
Without control, without guidance.
Through khaos he journies.
Order left far behind.
Pushing on the boundaries.
Making creation fade away.

The entrance through
the gate is in the chase.
The key lies hidden
within the future steps.
Many steps make a walk.
Many walks make a journey.
Grand journey including all.
Several journies will break it all.

I see a grand gate. I see it opening. Destroy!
It is not the end, just uncharted. Destroy!
I see a world in ruins. I can smell the sulhur. Destroy!
A worlds lies in ashes. A world destroyed. Destroy!

I can see them running.
I can see them still.
To advance all old must break.
Appendix morals will do me no good.