Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tirc tread on burst stomach. The hive is afraid of mc. I have seen its truc face.

The strects arc extended gutters and the gutters arc full of blood and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown.

The accumulated filth of all their heresy and debauchery will foam up about their waists and and all the nobles and priests will look up and shout "save us!"

…and I look down on them and said “No.”