BEHOLD THE FLUID SO SACRED. ENSHROUDED BY TIME AND THOSE WHO FORSAW {CR}{LF}THE END I AM CALAMITY AND I AM THE PLAGUE, THE {CR}{LF}THIRD ANGEL HAS BLOWN HIS HORN FROM THE COLD VOID COMES {CR}{LF}VERMOUTH THE STAR TO SOUR THE SOIL OF MAN. {CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}BED TO REST MANKIND FOR SANCTUARIES ARE NOW ABBATOIRES AS {CR}{LF}THE TEMPLE OF GOD SHELTERS THOSE SOON TO DIE. {CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}FROM THE DISTANT HORIZON, BEYOND THE SCARLETT NEMESIS, WE {CR}{LF}HEAR THE SONG OF THE END - VERMOUTH, SOUR POISON FROM THE {CR}{LF}STARS. {CR}{LF}DARK SORCERY, EDEN ON ITS KNEES...A PALACE OF POISON WHERE {CR}{LF}l***FUL THE VIRGIN MINGLES WITH HELLS INFERNAL HOST... {CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}BITTER WINE, DARK FLUID OF DECEPTION, DROWSES THE MIND OF MAN... {CR}{LF}"TETRAGRAMMATON" {CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}"And the third angel blew his horn, and a great star fell from heaven, {CR}{LF}burning like a torch" {CR}{LF}Revelations 8.10 : renewal is at hand