Horrors. I can't comprehend
Bringing what is real. Their twisted minds
They are all dead
A prophet has become of me
Read what the future holds
The dark ones shall rule this world
Writing books of insanity in the Black Church
Fantasy becomes reality
Grotesque deformations, mutilations
The portal of things beyond opens like a tear in the page
What you read is your life
(I am the last one of the sane)
Welcome to Hobb's end
I see them coming
The dark ones have come for me
I am fiction
I am a piece of your work
Human race dies infected by a plague of madness
Suffering, I am the last one