Field Marshal
Elder Lister
Sometimes we look down on you, oestrogen-filled menstrual orangutans who think you can censor gods, and wonder, what an absolute waste of living space. Perhaps what we did 12,000 years ago, when we visited your planet, was a waste of time. But then again, we get to hear something like this, composed and performed in our honour by your mortal selfs and we think, perhaps, perhaps, maybe, one day you are going to exceed your limitations and fulfil our dreams. Perhaps.
Last edited: