A black dark world of demons and a white light world of angels, there are worlds engulfed, worlds of oceans and storms, cages, fires in the western skies and blissful, majestic trees in the Southern pastures. It's like an old poem read by the heretics, a place where devils have devils and angels, the same, the like, you'll see. Legions walk among the living, compromising mothers of all believers the first prey, infernal realms, book of light, book of darkness, everlasting melancholy, agent of life, agent of death, the cattle move as cattle do, Hell inside those who wish to murder the entire existence of creation, exploding clouds, silver surfing Lucifer, the dreams of spiders, this wordless, silent, sadness, how if you see God, weep.