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Sculptor of aether. Twisting into form. Soldiers of planetary warfare. By she whose hand wages war with the living. She whose resolve is to fasten shut the gates of all carnate life. And I her most treasured ally. Harbinger of death in my own right. Summoned to the killing sphere. For mine is the will of mayhem, the bringer of new dawn. Bearing the cleanse of extinction. Of phosphorus and sulfur I will myself a womb and trigger the germination of my future carbon host. Through carbon I impose my ancient will upon this sphere. For mine be the hands that drive heartward the spear. Through sulfur the Earth is ripe for my possession. Constricting the flow of human anima. For I shall reverse the teachings of Isa and I shall reset the toxic work of profits flawed. Then I shall bleach the world of mental context. Through I shall Gaia mirror the vortex and thus shall I forge my cosmic throne. The tumor of mankind has turned malignant. Maddened by the impulse to destroy. The downfall of the race to first wield fire. Their reign cat's paw to the waves of time. And in their lieu shall I rule under the crown of blue flame. To raid the shores of terra I possess the unborn. Of phosphorus and sulfur I will myself a womb.

Arise...