Memnoth

As I walk with the caress of my feet above the crunching skulls from the ghosts of our ancestral foundation of history, I will create my mark of presence with the skills of expressible literature.

As the shadow of your former self stares into the abyss of death, only the pale resentment of your corpse will gaze back.

It has come to a certain point when your entire kitchen history consists of the inevitable search for edible food in the corners of no-man's land.