Childé : Show me your agony and I will show you anger. After my anger your agony will be a part of the winds that try to be something poetic. Denying your stench, which plagues the lands of this world.
According to the x-ing of the Paragrab : Xix you fools. Your xxistxncx is xxmxaning to thx human racx. Xix anx rix thx lanx of xarknxss.
Look out for the horses. Their eyes show hate when you´re not looking.