THERE MUST NOT BE ANY SHAME FOR THE HUMAN BEING.

BODY IS OUR CREATION IN THE ORB'S CAGE.

EACH CREATURE IS MOVED BY OUR BAD SEEDS.

OUR NAILS SCREECH ON THE LIMPETS WALL.

OUR SEEDS ARE INVADING THE CITY OF FICTION.

SPROUTS ON THE FIRE DEER'S CRANIUM.

OUR BAD SEEDS WILL RELEASE THE CITY.

THE HAWTHORN ARMS ALREADY LAID DOWN ON THE HEAD OF THE EXILED SAINT.