Speech.

Everything came lastly vomiting forth and before the god who wept and died and wept and died. Children born each day to the slaughtermachine ~ Old crying like a false witness is Very much with you. Stay the hand that bites the mouth which feeds, calm the ocean you walk before it. Lastly children born to vomit and corruption will achieve more and greater things in the year of my birth. Which time has come already for some, but by no means for all. All things beautiful are death. All things are beautiful death, replacing experience of anything whatever. All things in death are beautiful, replacing existence of experience. All this word and to know not to speak little of it's untimely recurrence with you and in you before the threads are fading into the dawn of our departure.