The vacuity, slate scree unending, the spring coils and trap is sprung. A rapturous paroxysm unravels, a glorious, pointless birth. In amniotic detritus of a billion fetal suns, the zenith of fractals, the forging of dust. Gobbets of life matter courted in the aether. He was born of nothing, serving no end, but in his cunning, claimed all that is. He nested at the apex of all nebula and sat squat upon celestial debris, Stars were tethered to light his ascent, worlds collapsed to pave his halls. The nuclei of atoms bent unwillingly and cast against the facia of his kingdom. He shackled thought and chastised free will and saw that this was good
Of this barren womb, wept into being. formed elysium, knit and rendered. From this well, coaxed fronds in fire.
Cleaved day and night, Bled and filled the seas, clot and formed the land and exhaled the sky
This unerring weave upon which all is born; we your host, your kin kneel low and bow humble.
Carved the clay, apotheosis, bow humble before these heirs.
vitun jutskut. menivät oottaan toisten maan. siitähän sota ja nykyinen terrorismi sai alkunsa. jenkit heitti vettä myllyyn irakin sodalla. kiitoksia jutskut ja jenkit nyt on eurooppa täynnä terroristejä sekä mamuja. tanan aatu kun et hoitanut hommaa loppuun. lähi-itä olis vain täynnä pieniä sisäisiä kahakoita ja europpa sais olla rauhassa.
>>19291 Jenkithän ne nyt on tänkin homman takana arabikeväästä lähtien. Ottavatkohan juutalaiset tai jenkit itse kuinka paljon vastuuta pakolaisista :D Saudi-vitun-Arabiasta puhumattakaan.