As it is written...

Let the seas run red, and the rivers boil.
Let the crops parch and drought take the fields.
Let grain rot in the larders and flour be infested with insects.
The time is at hand.
The moment is here.
Fear me. For I am your darkness made manifest.
rar.


I feel vaguely doomish. I want to smite something. I need those of my friends that let me hit them around, so that I have someone to fear me. Or possibly I'm just sleepy.