Pantomime Of A Madman Comments

The night arrived, bringing the voices of unborn children in the form of a demon disturbing the peace of slumber with a sulfuric whisper, 'I bless thee, O venerable child, thou art alpha and omega, the eternal apocalypse, the child of evolution, yet an anomaly of equations, without purpose, without the mechanistic limits of the time arrow, '
the demon showed me a world in the river of sorrow, 'see the madness thou species brought,
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