Lamentation IX/XI

The ego feeds on loss and desires nothing other than to incorporate this lost object into itself, thereby setting off a perpetual attachment to absence within.

Nay, not a clash of civilizations. Simply an artful clash between the most violent of the imperial core and the global south.
Aye, the repugnant capitalists and their servants on one side. Their forsaken spawn on the other, they came together on this day to create a tapestry of utter destruction.

This destruction has served as the catalyst for the Western Empire's fall.
The first angel's rise, Mychal.
The monstrous states are shambling on one leg, desperate for blood and control. This wounded beast, it's nigh time to slice off every last venomous head.