Hunger

Finally, they've come,

The blessed new race.

An endless wonder

Wanders to their grave.

Anger, hatred, deceit,

These are all of the things

That define those she eats.

Purity and power, what are those?

Forgotten woes already devoured;

They were simply a grain in the Endless White,

Or an abyss within that Gentle Dark.

No matter, for when Mother is in your sight,

It is anger that makes your soul depart.

...

Adam couldn't begin to move as the tendrils took him into the highest reaches of the Temple. He was simply suffocating, to the point that even the slightest movement was beyond impossible.