UPON THESE CROWNED AND HORNED AND HOARY HEADS: these heads of many, this head of one. THE TONGUES SPOKEN ARE MANY (but sound as one) AND ARE DESCENDING with viral sonics. THE SIRENS scream out binary codes. I return to the Thorax Data Morgue with ear plugs and the death and rebirth of Legion and its new human host. The influences of quasi-catatonic materials need a container of skin and blood. The influences of unknown spaces can now be felt. Conjure Red, White and Black ectoplasmic tools. Twenty seven seals can prepare and anesthetize the room for ritual surgery. THEN…

Destroy the Destroyer. Rebuild the Builder. Time to open my eyes for this day. Repair molecular machines with bandages of dark matter circuitry, photosynthetic cellular membrane and bionic bio-symbolic, white noise siginal sigils. But, my eyes are too tired to see and my tongue is too tired to speak, and I must whisper the barbarous words of call signs in order to stitch the cogs of this metamechanical protoarchane organism. These rusted and decayed pieces and parts must get back onto their designated threaded tracks. Again I need to open my eyes and my mouth today, I can destroy the…

I am a forcefield.
At the wall of sleep.
And I have stolen your father's weapon to destroy you with.
I am a topological feature of space-time.

I will not allow this poison to consume the body. I will transmute this poison. The punctures from the stinger and from the tooth have regenerated. The holes are healed. I will transfigure the venom left within. I will not allow this poison to run its course. Petrifaction will not reconstitute the body. I will shift the shape of the poison and the body will become a fortified tower. I will make serum. I will stockpile antibodies. Antibodies that will purify the pollutions of this contaminated timeline. I will not allow this poison to be.
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Dig your trench deep and prepare yourself even more so. Set up your sentries, be vigilant and never rest with both eyes closed. Keep one eye always on the borderlands of the secret memories you hold dear beneath your uniform of mediocrity. Listen for the sounds of bastard intruders, for they will rummage through your past tragedies to steal anything that glimmers of hope or smells of innocence. Always maintan a tight patrol on these borders and allow your dogs to this frontier as they will. Let their violent nature guide them as they purify your territories from thieves…