I am the harbinger.
I am the Earth, the mud, the clay.
The oceans,
the rivers,
the skys,
the stars.

I am every single drop in the endless.
Omnipresent.
Incessant.
I am everything.

I stumble through my sins
upon bloodied stumps, wailing;
commanding reverence,
demanding repentance.

Behind me I drag a cart of corpses.
A putrid pile, a decaying mass.
Dripping sinew,
waste,
wet meat.
They are...