And then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies,ncreeping catastrophes always awaiting you.nraise up a mountain of myth disproportionate,nfalse and inordinate.nLead them astray.nnThe torrent around you of terrible thundercloudsnceased to protect you from rioting ruffians,nlaunching you far from the worlds that you'd wroughtnto the loosening knot at the centre of everything.nnThere you brought light and a wind to blow suns around.nAll up and down you the deepening fixtures,nand people with posture, and you in their poetryngory and gruesome in stories and fiction.nnAnd then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies,ncreeping catastrophes always awaiting you.nBaiting and blathering, all that you've gatherednwill crumble together around you again.