Your cause, as your god, is fundamentally and irrepairably flawed.
Your long arms reach far, and I've come to separate you from them,
figuratively and literally. As you bare witness to your ships breaking
into pieces, as your capsules eject, then the brief moments when you
can feel the cold chill of open space upon your bare skin. Remember
my name, as I will remember yours. And when you awaken in your
temple anew, I will be there, towering over you. Dull knife in hand. The
verdict is in, judgment passed. The fruition of your atrocity now becomes
clear, it all lead up to this moment, the moment you are no more.
You will beg for forgiveness, but I will grant you only the clemency your
kind has shown my family, and my forefathers of years distant. Limb
from limb, as the old saying goes. Die slow slaver, die slow. I will see
to it that you do. I am eternal, and eternity is finished with you.
You are the cause, and I am the effect