Kadath

The day this war has began is the last day of the great depression.
Seething in infinity, gazing interminably at the new flesh.
I'm closing this theatre of the absurd.
Struggling constantly with my own ego I won't see innocents suffering.
The time has come to destroy the enemy, to ruin, devouur, drain out his body through his mouth.
There is only one thing that still disturbs me and makes me suffer.
Looking at the demon I see myself.
Clatto!
Verata!
Nicto!