Testo Deluminate

Once more we're thrust into the vacuum of God's yawning maw.
A dream of human debt repaid.
In fear you live and breathe and wait and sleep.
Chambers under asphalt buried far beneath the boiling streets.
There is not a hand to save you from the hunter's net.

Society is a blister on the skin of the planet.
Man is a pustule on the face of the Earth. Grace is a harbor for human ugliness. Free will is a barrel in the celestial mouth.

When Atom splits and the genome melts, will Cain cradle Abel?
Sudden death.