"...From my black throne,
I will lash together a machine of bone and blood,
and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one...


...When it begins,
you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance.
A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed,
and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows.
As I slip through the widening maw in my new form,
you will catch only a glimpse of my radience before you are incinerated.
Then,
as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face,
my work will begin...


...I WILL OPEN ONE OF MY SIX MOUTHS, AND I WILL SING THE SONG THAT ENDS THE EARTH."

-Jerry Holkins