Nerxiarxin Mahathallah کے بول

Hear your child! Born of a voice untimely The echo of men's ordure Dropped in a wood consciously. Nurturers! What do you want from me?? I shall bring thee to honour When thou dost embrace me. "Bringest me my due" as thou sayest I will not bring it to thee! Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me. I am she who reflects unto thee! I am deception I deceive and weave Thoth-out-thoth I whet and excite heresies Thoth-out-thoth "Bringest me my due" as thou sayest I will not bring it to thee! Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me. I am she who reflects unto thee! Slithering... Towards a lonely logic truth I cause you unworthy to scatter and fall I shall bring you a well deserve misery! Yk nerxiarxin mahathallah! Thus spoke machaloth