The McTruvian Man

REPENT, OH GREAT ONE. This hunger reeks… a stench of defeat. It emanates through the gutters and arteries... of this vile and fictitious temple. Forgive them. Their wings are burnt. They flew too close to the sun. The ruiner's a collector. Serving up shit in packets of lies. Still stings these shattered nerves. They’ll make it through but where the fuck are you? Everything connects to everything else. Profound despise of people. Wen asteroid?…