SCHLUPPIT

[REDACTED], serpent lord of origins and endings. Time is your agenda. Foolish deities cannot overwhelm you no matter what they intend.

Grant us longevity as our mortality upon A.T.W.A's domain is failing and fading from entropy's dark mistress sliding her hand up our thigh.

Our terminal coils wither and die and we abhor the tenets of suicide. For only the weak take their own lives and leave their loved ones in calamity.

Without sight, without eyes. To see what, in death, we must align. Your tongue flickers in the wind to taste the fruit floating in the skies.

Immortality burns the star in a conflagration inside. As our supraliminal consciousness cannot see nativity nor demise.

[REDACTED], we worship the slyness which has no match among all the gods. Be our guides on this unending journey across space and time.

The nuclei of the hypersphere has no moral restraint, but we placate your hunger with the muscle and bone of your babes.

Lets us shed our sanguine fluids, for you, in order that we may show you our reverence. Lets us share what we will, for your mercy is decadence.

Over monetary gain and justice prevailed do you rule in our favor. The blood of your prey will be the everlasting thing that you savor.

UJAI RUNBMATU HADAKA