Gaia, divine goddess, our Mother Earth, is suffering. Man, woman and child, scar fragile flesh, suckle greedily upon her milk as if it is their right. Stripped, poisoned, her body penetrated by force and the yield of her fecundity ravished and squandered with glutinous fervour. He that is, almighty creator of all, calls to the fragmented Lili. The infection of humanity must be cleansed, ulcerated souls debrided from those still without sin. Incubus, succubus, my children of darkness; salvation is yours, be fruitful and multiply. This is the word of The Lord.
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