From The Megaron

a voice of one crying out in the wilderness

We used to joke about how great it would be
To laugh in hell with everyone who's fun
But I can't remember anyone
Even if I could, I still can't see.

And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months.

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