Digital: Vermilingua Decimari
by Beauchamp Art
What on God’s scorched Earth are you, he that resides beneath it? A Daemon of a man whose footsteps once were proud upon green ground, now a dweller of the depths, a subterranean, homesick mammalian. Worm-tongue, yet unspeaking, so far from humanity he has become that words now escape him, language is a foreign concept with no place in his decimated heart.
Oh what, in Hell, have you become?
You poor, chthonic soul, what hath God wrought?
“Behold, the people shall rise up as a great lion, and lift up himself as a young lion: he shall not lie down until he eat of the prey, and drink the blood of the slain.” [Numbers 23]