Vindictive hands have embraced the oceans before, but the
shores had never recoiled so desperately. Entrenched in several principles of the ancients, but primarily twisted
by a more cruel modern topography. The pure will enable
the full embodiment of pestilences. Zephyrs avow the
notion of widespread catastrophe. Clouds of tragedy and
calamity extend throughout the lands. While some are weak
and futile, others remain resolute within plateaus of extreme pessimism. Alarmed the cosmos pray amidst bleak
auroras, in hope of crimson tomorrows for mankind. We’re
like an epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its
terrestrial bounds. We will become a universal plague if we thrive afar from our margins. A mother will ingest the
wine of her disemboweled sons, but their remains will not
suffice to cleanse her filthy loams. We’re like an epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its terrestrial
bounds. We will become a universal plague if we thrive
afar from our margins.