I will continue to speak, I demon in the pulpit of your world in decline, but every time it becomes more difficult. My words just subside through your eyes. Lose their meaning, become empty, useless ... No, I have no reason to help. I watched the end of other worlds, and now I am convinced that every civilization is destined to collapse. It is a physical law. Who climbs up, sooner or later must come down, or otherwise fall. is shortly to major wars. But who are they kidding?! The wars that you are never finished, and even in those rare moments of peace, you always kept your dances of violence and pain. A fascinating spectacle for the eyes as my perverse. Yet I am tired of looking at ...
observe the demons of your time together as usual, plotting in secret designs strangers to you. Think of you who care ... naive! Their goals are so far from your understanding that if they scorgeste only a small part you take my life. Do not be offended, but they're the same way as worms ...
But worms have the right to live, and I have often said to my colleagues. Nekradamus is a different demon. You could call it "progressive." I have to laugh ... But I firmly believe that the balance is the only way to run a universe. Your microrealtà feed the machine that weaves the big picture. Small, medium and large cosmic entities affected by your choices of words spoken, the gestures that dispensed. Love, a powerful variable, your only defense. Use it, as well as the worm uses its body to crawl into rings.
Live your lives, young men. Rejected the expanding light shade. Even a match can make a difference in the absurd darkness of the cosmos.
The eight, along with other aberrant creatures continue their power games. For them, the worms stay
... ... yet even the worms get to the day of redemption. Three feet below ground, in the dark. The banquet will begin. Trust. That day will come for you ...
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