They Import And They Consume Reality.

They Import And They Consume Reality.

Shiva... Is The Only Hunter That Will Ever Catch The Wild Swan; The Prey She Will Take Last Is The Wild White Swan Of The Beauty Of Things. Then She Will Be Alone, Pure Destruction, Achieved And Supreme, Empty Darkness Under The Death-tent Wings. She Will Build A Nest Of The Swan's Bones And Hatch A New Brood, Hang New Heavens With New Birds, All Be Renewed.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

Only The Drum Is Confident, It Thinks The World Has Not Changed

The Cold Passion For Truth Hunts In No Pack.