Blood and Rust

The hum surrounds. The chant and grinding, the chittering. Our screams form a beautiful harmony amidst it all. The hot blood-oil pulses in the dark cacophony, raining down on us. The broken gears shriek from stress, and we dance amid the rust, churning it into an iron-rich slurry. We scrape our claws down the walls, blood and rust.

Tear Him up from the inside-out. Let our screams join with Him in his nightmares. Let us tear open His veins and ours, so our oil and blood mingles upon the floor. Let His conduits vent His smoking breath into our lungs, and our bodies soak up the lightning of His thoughts. Let the gears grind down until nothing remains, until all is silent, all is ended.

And all that will remain, is our Blood and Rust, forever.

Blood and Rust

Reintegration Protocol Redford_Blade