We’re making a mistake. 

Victims of circumstance. Thoughts give us away. A beacon to those who look. 

Fuck you, Lola! 

And like that, our thoughts are gone.

Congratulations, you’re a mother-fucker.

The girl with flowers in her hair, she is the beauty, he is the beast. Or is it the other way around.

Stop being afraid, grab your gun. It’s time to shoot someone.

A woman in a white dress picking her fangs with a pair of spectacles. A man in darkness laughing at the world above. The man in the church stroking his shadow.

He's not one of us but you can trust the old man.

She comes. A mother with stone children.

We all know who is the Big Bad Guy. Beware the Big Bad Guy. It’s the Big Bad Guy who’s going to try to kill us all. That is the Enemy. The true Foe.

The city will run red. 

Salvation will come out of the Sun.

Pay attention. It comes just before this: That which we call a Rose.

Just before that is all you really need to know. Well, maybe more.