🔵 By Thomas Riffenburg. Photo by lauragrafie.
Heaven and earth have witnessed this day, a day in which vengeance has rained you, for it was they, and not I, who have brought this calamity to pass, I am but a slave in the hands of destiny, sent to exact a payment for the foul stench you have offered up to high, a rotten stench made up of all your transgressions, for who is man to offend the majestic powers, we who can not grasp the stars in our hands, nor order the cosmos to yield to our will, we are mere wisps of smoke upon the fringes of divine sight, not fit to be seen, but should our vile odor catch the attention of benevolence, such a thing seeks only to harm us, for then thought is placed upon us, seeking only to take from existence that which is upsetting and displeasurable, thus we are blowed about at will, and the invisible strikes at the visible in ways which we know not, thus our end comes, and so has your end come upon you, and no power can save you, for it is power itself that seeks your utter destruction, and all creation sanctions your demise.