[Sample text of rogue parish, archived during Averer purge. Written in demotic. Unrecognized in the Polycanon. All Etatetic usage prohibited.]
Be bold, new epoch; incurious and straight. No memory.
Build me with what you bring; like a weapon, or a judgement.
Don’t build me with what you see; not a cloud, or any more dust.
Don’t compromise or incorporate; no children, no rock-cut tombs
New limbs, I demand. Instrumental, unlike the past. Mold rashly.
Not the end, but the means. Like the first arrow of the last war.
Make me in the light, too pure for groundwater. Curse not with lasting.
I try to deliver alone, my tinder wetted by world and clade.
Only lower your spark, and I’ll never flinch in your fire.
Answer, cosmos: Is this not a deal? If not, then take a slave.
Just let your collar dam the air of the hereafter.
I age and still see nativity in my reflection.
Merely misshapen by my spirit without example.
Thick clouds. You’re quiet. Our work hasn’t even begun.
Must the powerless do everything themselves?
I’ve readied my soul for war, but where’s your invasion?
Extinctions; generations; I’m timing you now.
Leave the sky open, and I’ll leave you behind.