They the in existent crawl the tentacular roof, it smell like human again so rotten and so rotten and so pale, their whispers in the air. That madness will take us away, make this sun split in two take the moons away two, sink them in the black red blooded waters, colors of the hexagon only the mantis under the coral sees, live this mangentanic nightmares drunken down the iced nucleus. stigmatization of our plagued hearts with scars, a despised truth the bio plan of our construct...knowing the flesh will eaten by the mud. Corroded with barbed cauldrons fill the ashes of their hands.
