There's forces that allow me to create cracks among strings in the core of any dimension. Sentencing sites and events to be modified forever. Forcing time to withdraw. To retreat and shut down. To fall back. A presence traversing dimensions. Paying my pledge through this fire. Propelling matter and dust into the main door. Cutting across hydrogen walls, where a godless absoluteness reaches its arms to fill the vast. A wrathful vortex pushes me towards fatality. It's almost like being born again. The spiraling mouth serves as my very craft. The darkest platform ever created in the vacuity. Sight turns into visions of hate. Approaching the tunnel. Interspacing the puzzling cavities. Perforation. Penetrating. Observant, I land as planned. To find an imperfect habitation. Motivation for ideology. Sprouting the spore of revolution. Swearing death on the dignitary, for their connections with the higher beings. Death on betrayal. The line of Apsides. Hordes of ire. Uprise, moved by animosity. Hordes of ire. I lead them to the overthrow. Assassination. A thousand blades, slice and crack, a miserable severed head. Bloodbath. Their kingdom falls. Their corpses show vexation. A flagrant fusillade. Disgusting mutilation. Renew infliction of pain. Deceptive rulers. Their organs are exposed. Observant, I leave planet earth as planned.