King of sex, the third gender or hermaphrodite, half male, half female, existing on margin, beheads the creator to propitiate the deity of destruction, starts a genocide to create a new model, new world, sexless, moonless sunless.
How could you remain normal when you were being robbed of every myth, every truth? And you were walking under the guilty sky unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas to bite off your elements? All of your tongue? And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring dried up in eternal shade? Within the memory will lie the pain of million years?