So this is it uh. The mass spawn of the algae in the ocean has arrived; the foretold of the maximum-uttermost fate to our planet and mankind. It began with Babylon; the severed Bull’s head on a steak, is my brother. Two-thousand years of pure hell of nature*; and indeed, the ‘Twelve’, has actually burst. Two-thousand years of pure blindness, like a child that knows nothing. But why me… Now, it will grow and it will not stop. The ocean turns dark like your souls and then it will turn red like the multi-billion of blood daily shed. The true Apocalypse has arrived in our oblivion hell. It began in our ocean. It began… in our stomachs. The pot of Satan. We became the virus. Until the air.
In the idle of order. In the belly of the Beast. Welcome to the coming* times, child. Keep waiting for nothing.
…I just want to breathe. All, take me. Please. Only you are my alchemy, whoever you may be. A true champion. And my motherfuckin’ chain.
I need to especially need to get the fuck out of this area, Southern-California. Give me refuge. I have money-support as long as the area hasn’t blown-up. I’m heading to the nexus, here on walking earth.*
Seeking refuge and partners / comrades. The world is rotting from the bottom, and we need to evade. Let us get a head-start on the migration. Hit me up, anybody. Esp. if you’re in the southern States, worst of all… by the Gulf.
In true-sentient code of arm.
Seeking and calling for refuge, to higher grounds. Someone… I lost.
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The ‘Dead Zone’
So this is it uh. The mass spawn of the algae in the ocean has arrived; the foretold of the maximum-uttermost fate to our planet and mankind. It began with Babylon; the severed Bull’s head on a steak, is my brother. Two-thousand years of pure hell of nature*; and indeed, the ‘Twelve’, has actually burst. Two-thousand years of pure blindness, like a child that knows nothing. But why me… Now, it will grow and it will not stop. The ocean turns dark like your souls and then it will turn red like the multi-billion of blood daily shed. The true Apocalypse has arrived in our oblivion hell. It began in our ocean. It began… in our stomachs. The pot of Satan. We became the virus. Until the air.
In the idle of order. In the belly of the Beast. Welcome to the coming* times, child. Keep waiting for nothing.
…I just want to breathe. All, take me. Please. Only you are my alchemy, whoever you may be. A true champion. And my motherfuckin’ chain.
Why me…
I need to especially need to get the fuck out of this area, Southern-California. Give me refuge. I have money-support as long as the area hasn’t blown-up. I’m heading to the nexus, here on walking earth.*
…. fuckin hell
Seeking refuge and partners / comrades. The world is rotting from the bottom, and we need to evade. Let us get a head-start on the migration. Hit me up, anybody. Esp. if you’re in the southern States, worst of all… by the Gulf.
In true-sentient code of arm.
Seeking and calling for refuge, to higher grounds. Someone… I lost.