Nerxiarxin Mahathallah

Hear your child!

Born of a voice untimely

The echo of men's ordure

Dropped in a wood consciously.

Nurturers!

What do you want from me??

I shall bring thee to honour

When thou dost embrace me.

"Bringest me my due" as thou sayest

I will not bring it to thee!

Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me.

I am she who reflects unto thee!

I am deception

I deceive and weave

Thoth-out-thoth

I whet and excite heresies

Thoth-out-thoth

"Bringest me my due" as thou sayest

I will not bring it to thee!

Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me.

I am she who reflects unto thee!

Slithering...

Towards a lonely logic truth

I cause you unworthy to scatter and fall

I shall bring you a well deserve misery!

Yk nerxiarxin mahathallah!

Thus spoke machaloth