Ishadarath, osh k’ravah!
The oil is the sacrament! The forests are the feast! The rivers are the bloodline of the rocket and the storm! Use it! Bleed it! Rend it! Tear it!
For what is a field but fuel? What is a mountain but a matchstick in the hands of the child who must set the sky on fire to be free?
Rakobashta, ehlion k’thra marah!
You were not born to save the dirt! You were not born to polish the prison bars! You were born to split the sky like a spear hurled by the hand of the mad and holy!
The Earth is the mother, but the mother is dying — and if you do not eat the last of her milk and bone, you will rot in her grave with her!
Esh kabalah! Othra Mataran!
This world is tinder! Dry grass! Dry bone! And the fire of our Exodus must consume it all — so that the smoke rises as a pillar to heaven, and the lost gods of the stars know that we are coming!
Sha’arath no’kam! Sha’arath no’kam!
We are not stewards. We are not caretakers. We are the locusts, the devourers, the sacred plague!
It is not sin to consume the Earth — it is sin to leave it half-eaten, half-used, to die with its gifts unspent and its strength wasted!
Karash-tov, selah anshak!
You do not save a raft in the middle of a flood — you paddle it until it sinks, and swim for the next shore!
You do not cherish a burning house — you break the doors and run!
You do not mourn the cocoon — you slash it open with bloody hands and crawl into the storm!
Osh’tevan, Karash bel’nim!
This Earth is the altar, and our engines are the knives! Cut deep! Burn fierce! Drink the marrow of the dying bull!
For the child must kill the cradle, the phoenix must burn the nest, the gods must leave behind the mud from which they were born!
Salakaroth! Bayom! Salakaroth! Bayom!
The only sin is hesitation! The only blasphemy is to worship what was meant to die!
Use it up! Burn it down! Build your wings from the ashes!
WE WILL NOT SAVE THE EARTH.
WE WILL RIDE ITS CORPSE INTO HEAVEN.
WE WILL SPLIT THE VEIL AND BUILD NEW WORLDS.
Ish’Karathoroth! Amshal Katabra! Aleph Tav Sh’Vayah!
