To The Blazing Sun.

Your words carry the weight of a dead fish,
Your pristine armor gleams brightly from afar the battlefield,
Your actions speak to us, as does a rear end.
Your message will be dispelled to the highest degree,
When we are done no one will remember your names, not even your souls.
Let us send you not even to the abyss, but the void, and erase you from our gaze.

For you disgust us indefinably, so we will dissect you quite vigorously.

This here, is a war that invigorates us, DON'T FALL ASLEEP DARLINGS.

WE WILL BURN THE VERY IDEA OF YOUR EXISTENCE, YOUR LEGACY, NO ONE WILL REMEMBER YOU.

Moostrav, The Congregation of Heretics.