Vindictive hands have embraced the oceans before, but the 
shores had never recoiled so desperately. Entrenched in 
several principles of the ancients, but primarily twisted 
by a more cruel modern topography. The pure will enable 
the full embodiment of pestilences. Zephyrs avow the 
notion of widespread catastrophe. Clouds of tragedy and 
calamity extend throughout the lands. While some are weak 
and futile, others remain resolute within plateaus of 
extreme pessimism. Alarmed the cosmos pray amidst bleak 
auroras, in hope of crimson tomorrows for mankind. We're 
like an epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its 
terrestrial bounds. We will become a universal plague if 
we thrive afar from our margins. A mother will ingest the 
wine of her disemboweled sons, but their remains will not 
suffice to cleanse her filthy loams. We're like an 
epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its terrestrial 
bounds. We will become a universal plague if we thrive 
afar from our margins.