Gabriel… is blowing his trumpet… can’t you hear it? The day of reckoning is coming, but you all crawl over each other like rats in a sewer. I have fallen to earth from heavens grace, and yet you all point and laugh. Can you hear me now, god? Can you hear my cries? They have clipped my wings, and I can no longer fly to you. I am chained to this rock, this desolate place, so full of isolation that the voices in my mind are the only ones to bring me comfort.
The day will come. Judgement will be made. You will scream, but they will fall upon deaf ears. Cheese and bread will be the cornerstone of this utopian future. I will cover the world with my passion. Gabriel’s trumpet is sounding now… can you hear it?