Sometimes I Scare Myself. Sometimes It Makes Me Cry. UXB Emerging from darkened depths. Ultramarine layers of dust. Old laws release death from exile.
Disgust takes many forms.
Machines capsizing the mind, drunk on the elixir of absolution. A new vice born. The frenzied suns of kingdom's darkness, a vulgar demolition gang. Constructors of the ruins. Beyond understanding, we made ourselves.