“What’s more, you defective humans, take me back, take me back bold darkness swam. Take me back defective humans, starlight dies and the time has come.”
“Crave the blood that flows down deep, deep inside mountains of bodies of men. Toe the surface of windowless moons and receive my penance, for the war approaches the creatures soon.”
“Take my dermis and apply to the land, face of virtues, more awareness than despair. Forward hands march in salute of flesh lie broken on the mother, fight the opponents, the drunken wild laughter.”
“Last of precious souls given to the queued who slip past the language horizon. Remaining circle and rage, the song humming destruction, rains down sloped gardens move as sacred earth settles.”