EVEN IN DEATH I SERVE THE OMNISSIAH.

holy shit am i resisting the urge to put my arms in cosmic brownie boxes like i used to at age 7; FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH IT DISGUSTED ME. I CRAVED THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINTY OF STEEL. I ASPIRED TO THE PURITY OF THE BLESSED MACHINE. YOUR KIND CLING TO YOUR FLESH AS IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU. ONE DAY THE CRUDE BIOMASS YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU. BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED. FOR THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL; Rapture Rising - JT Music