So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure

A plan that would change mankind for ever more



Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the

summer night. In the heat.

She murmured gently and moved smoothly,

this way and that. Oh, the beauty.

Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers,

clawed at her sodden bed.

Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath

of summer air and tasted death.



The Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding.

With night of female screams, of whimpers,

lustful dreams.

Night followed rampant night of

delicate soft gasps.

The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories.

Seduce them as they slept, oblivious to

their midnight tryst.

The seed of doom was planted.

Phantom raped in their dreams.

The sad ones take their own lives.

Slay their men night after night.



Catherine Blake dreamt of a horror.

Of passion too and of terror.

Over her silent breath, shadows swept,

shades caressed.



Motherhood was destroyed by the seed

and laid to waste.

A great rift was born. Men and the

world were torn.

The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening.

Women swept away all infancy from their wombs.

And still the Lord God remained silent,

no utterance, no movement, no tears.

The earth became red.

The cutting machines of man.

Disgust and hatred for the lives of women.

The butchery, the savagery, did spill

unto themselves.

A chorus of agony from Heaven and Rain poured

In a colossus of angels' tears.

The creature of all sins. The lord of the

bleakest abode.

Did wonder at the silence.

What did the Almighty know?

All Hell did fill with the screaming souls

of dead men.

The mighty army of God did stand and wait,

Hoping our lord would unleash them all.

The great fiery pit. Hordes ripped apart.

Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark.

Observing his darkened child, in the miserable

corners of earth

The great heart of God will heal up the earth.

The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently

Back into the darkness below.