I hate you with all the fire& Of nine thousand throbbing suns& I loathe you
with all the fury& Of the vast, dense, dark expanse of space& I rain shards of
moons upon you& Terran platitudes drowned out in hail of plasma, acid, bile and
graphite& These are the cold months& These are the solstices& Swelling with
godlessness& Tendrils encircle the globe& Tendrils encircle the globe& Lacerate
the astroamniotic sac& Leaking matter and immiscibles through the spiritual
margins of existence& Behold: swarms of microorganisms& Cybernetic
microorganisms descend& In tandem with tentacle& In tandem with tentacles&
Ethereal maws a million in number& Gnaw portals and cavities in distant planes
of chaos& Mothers breastfeed apostate embryos& And goodwill is engulfed by
delusion.
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