Many apologies, a lot of the wallpapers in the early days did not contain any comments
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.