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'What is the meaning of all this?' the children ask, expectant of an instant answer like weak little chicks in a nest, waiting for mother raven to bring them some scraps, beaks wide open, chirping pathetically the meaningless decibels of youth. It warms me to see such examples of uselessness, such hollow souls calling out in the dark, searching for something, craving contact.
Well pupils I have the answers you pine for, I am the contact you need. I will touch you as you have never been touched before, in the dark you will squirm as my grasp embraces you from the inside out, wince you will as I caress the regions of your soul that have never seen light. Oh yes like little chicks you are to me in my razor wire nest, the raven shall indeed visit you and feed you flesh, the putrid meat eons in the rotting, purge you of your naiveties and rob you of your innocence as you motor system digests the rawness of its pulse for this flesh is alive, the living muscle of tortured souls interwoven through time, a fibre as dense as Hades itself.
These are the answers your mortal flesh are searching for, embrace them and be enlightened, consume them as they will surely consume you, open your mind and your orifices to the Body of the AntiChrist™ and ye shall be welcomed into the ancient caverns of Babylon. Earn your graduation, come now my nestlings, open wide, its what you are waiting for. I can sense that, I feel it. yes, oh yes.