Plucked one by one my unwitting sons. Subjects to blind experimentation. Ripped from the seas and reformed to breath. Forced to crossbreed with long extinct species. Bearing the flawed heirs to Bodhi. Birthed stillborn, dead and malformed. Redirecting once again the life stream back towards terrestrial shores. Capillaries draining precious aether. Spewing phlegm and blood through flawed tools of respiration. Decomposing and making rich the ground. Given mere moments to sip the springs of being. For products of flawed siring the well runs dry. Even the horrid influence the great schematic. Refining the equation for a helix superb. If only I could calculate the life code. Splitting morphon until their blood has dyed dark the once pale soil. And of this mortal clay I fashion sharp the perfect form. Made complete by a Spirulida cranium. Withdrawn be the scepter to endow essentia. Flickered on and dragged to sentience. At last a being that seems lucid. So through the wind I make my presence known. "I am your creator." Redirecting once again the life stream back towards terrestrial shores. From one flows the swarm of panting masses. Upon the rocks to fuck and multiply with none but me to pledge devotion...
