They did not see the light of the first day and will see the darkness of the last eye closed on the last day.
You've noticed a change in me and the world, it has become cruel and Just. I told you in the very beginning, if I speak to you, kiss the crucifix.
Languorous sadness washes over the shoreline, the village of heretics ablaze, it's an unequal battle that will unfold, as the sand sinks slowly into a sluggish tar pit, the grand benefactor of humanity, an Inquisitor, I promise there shall be no pleasure of paradise for many, evil is a perverse, living thing, it lives in the weak and the wounded, you have morning eyes and how Satan believed a woman would not be Christ. Behold your mirror today. Sober among drunkards, resembling an owl, you are rosy.