Synapse - Boreworm

Bow to me vile swine.

Our treacheries know no bound.

The gates of my wretched kingdom

are opened to spill forth the hordes

that will entrench your bodies

and swallow your souls.

I am your new God.

We no longer slink through the shadows

like rats through the sewers of the great metropolis

that you have built as shrines to nothingness.

Shrines to nothing.

I shall sit atop your bones as they will become my throne.

The gates of my wretched kingdom

are opened to spill forth the hordes

that will entrench your bodies.