Fallen angels are catastrophes. Taking up residence in deconsecrated cathedrals, they gather thralls with thunder-song voice and glassine words. There鈥檚 but one choice, overwhelming artillery.
A slide rule has decided, 208 guntubes, 12,000 shells, God has mercy, we can鈥檛 risk it
What about the congregation gathered already? In the greatest mercy, we all pray at the first gun that the first shell falls hits its intended target immediately.
Holy table, let us count our calibers, let the charge pound-weights be true, oh sacred gun, let your steel trails be fast.
@poppyhaze Getting some solid Warhammer 40k vibes here 馃憤
@floe thank you, every night I close my eyes and all I see is fire, all I smell is the ravaged earth, and all I can taste are my tears.
