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When the Electric Sorcerer in Bat-Wings arriveth—mouth crammed full with dead cities and sepulchral teeth—the whole Universe becometh his prey-thing. All things grind within Him. Monuments. Human-insects. Sheet-metal. Rust of the world-that-was. Fauna, flora, the wind which shall moo no more... All swallowed into the Great Electrical Wrongness. All chewed. All becoming inside-meat. Big jaw snapping in the vacancy of the coming Abyss. CLACK—CLACK—CLACK. O great jaw. O idiot jaw of the after-world. Acid slobber dribbling down through the injured centuries, melting the bruised flesh from whatever still pretendeth to have a body. Skin goeth first. Then name. Then memorybone. Then the little secret animal behind the eyes. And blood. And liquefied grey matter. Running forever forever down down down a spiral staircase carved directly into the spinal column of eight billion vanished victims of the Subterranean Catastrophe. THE MAW REPLETE WITH IRON SCREWS, REMNANTS OF GUM-FLESH & AGENT ORANGE—YUM YUM, SAITH THE MOUTH -Sir Kuliktavikt