They would bust down from the inside all the hallways of the sacred Mind. Wreaking havoc and petty calamity on Divine Modesty!
All women would be whores and your Mothers as well; what a cherished dream to be dreamt in a democratic crowd!
Rampant homosexuality and perverted eyes! Wandering dead souls, their children the reflection of an aberrant immoral intellectual inflection!
Going deep and deeper into the fermenting organic thing, a human soul gets lost, becoming a putrid devil, full of conceit and bugs in the brain! And our wonderful Res Publica Occidentiae possesses all the processes or is possessed by that which leads to an oblivious denaturalization!
A place where angels would fear to tread, a cavernous abysmal thing, with moral death as its motor, perpetuating a singular miscegenated incongruity.
There will no longer be any eagles in the firmament. All will be dreadfully mixed.
And happily no more divine spirits will inhabit the dreadful mortal jeopardy of the understanding soul that has always haunted the Hyperborean Mind.
