Victory
A hollow and ridiculous notion
We are born of this thing
Made from it,
And we will returned to it time.
The great family of man
A profusion of errant flesh
Multypling,Swarming
Living,Dying
Until the stars align in their inexorable formation
And what sleeps is roused once more
To hatch from this fragile shell of heart and rock
And bring our inescapable end
So seek solace in the manor befitting your lineage and take up your nugatory vigil
Haunted forever by that sickening prose,
Echoing trough the infinite blacknesse of space and time.
Ruin has come to our family