Wrathful forces unleash themselves via disturbances throughout the cosmos.
Darkness absorbing stars. Rliffotic elements defiling life.
Sex and madness switch the essence of happiness.
The essence of the human mind is now contaminated.
The eleven gods then follows - mocking, destroying, annihilating...

The twelve are distinguishing, as the serpent splay it's orrifice.
The seven returns to zero, as cosmic turbulence fades.
Spirits are burning in black flames - souls of false matter abolishes into nothing.
Weakling gods of cosmic ways devoured by forgotten malignity.