We are the vessels carrying inside the eternal black the black, that endarkens even your fearful yet calming thoughts of the wrath of the most ferocious gods and palpable hell and its sadistical torments
It is really not the worst fate we shall bring upon yous pathetic creatures slaves to animal instincts procreation, consumption, defecation a disgrace yet amusing puppets created by some laughable god(s)
...We are coming
The tentacles of the gruesome evil stretching out from the worlds beyond evil, that satan is just a small shard of
Evil...
Clutching life and strangling it slowly and deliberately savouring it coming away
Perhaps you never realised perhaps you never learned perhaps you never will
The sovereignty of that part of the energy an opposite consciousness opposite to all that makes it work for you how could you imbeciles think of it being just a warped part of the creator of your universe?
We, the chosen ones, are only cast here as its prophets to announce it coming and awaken the servants at its table for the final feast