The first brother’s almanac drains every peaceful hill into our killing fields. Descending spade into the hand of the one who lives by alms. Just people must eliminate the invisible monarch. It’s the end where the whole world’s darkness is gathered. Year zero is coming. To keep you all has no benefits, letting you rot is no loss. The king is an animal not a human. Upside down forever. Head bashed to the trunk. Heads bashed. Saved bullet. It possesed me and no one has ever questioned me. It posseses total control. I am an animal. I am not a human.