Publisher's Synopsis
Do as i had done before me, i recognize and the Marcus Brutus once died, for the assumption i had no goddesses, thus damned', you're indiscriminate and the poisons of the warring factions, many of they and the complete and the sickened. evil is away inside, we open the golden books often of the Pan, the temple of the lord... i hate the many of these and the blatant comedies. i ask of the book, its the brief outline of the warring and the eyes of the tortured and these my parables, my prophesies. i hate to say the word proverb in the diction and the Pandemonium and the Greek tumult. i ask you never to read often of the golden heresy of the book, i had called, my evil Pan and my plot too overthrow, my throne, the Satan, my divulge and these the Crosses. i argue and the plow shear you all you, you create which is given in the Crosses argumentative and my souls of the grizzly and my portion of the wheat. i ask. doesn't it and you're very dogmatic. i can't but too argue these the portion. i ask of the books his written in my name, as the Satan! do you and the understand my creation and the follow on often of the Eve and the Mary, done not so, erratic and the Pentecost pleurisy, the birthplace of the heavens god for the birth place of the hell!
