“The lord, yes I say the lord, has given me a sign,â€?
“Yes, yes, yes I can feel the lord inside of me.â€?

“He speaks of the end.â€?

The long black coated priest had spoke to his followers, as they grasped his every word that he had spoken.

It was in the small town beyond the mountains, when the priest met his faith with god.

The blob made its presence; ate as he prayed up above.

He left the place; where he once resided, but not alone. As he carried the speck of a frozen purple-pink substance of the creature, in a small circular jar. He had moved far into the deserts of the east.

There he lies, the horrible baring of life and death.