Moving slowly.
Moving gently.
And then...
And eruption of thermodynamics
Smoking bodies,
Terrible cries,
Towering devil brutes over fallen bodies.
Descend, now, on what's left,
Could be left.
Greedy for a hole
To replace a hole.
And here we learn man
Is not worthy
To be a man.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Miraman, in the year 407 AF.