the evil lives in the ground;
those who stand in the shadow of the mountain are doomed;
bridges scream; walls cry;
rain thunders down like the severed hearts of firstborn sons;
voices erupt from the ocean;
Time and Space and Death are uttered to the forbidden air;
this heat boils human bodies;
their flesh is pulled apart and used as harpstrings;
in my dreams,
glory goes forth from the hand of god.
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