I build the citadel by a shit... Stinking monastery for the lost souls... In a fetidity they are tormented and kiss an anus of the magestic god. Their thoughts are dirty as a walls of a direct gut, In their words - emptiness.
They will be here up to the end of centuries, Polishing a stinking dome of a faecal monolith. The world has sunk in blood, therefore your are here. Chew my shit for I am your destiny.