Yet another Barbitol

Barbitol *

Now I have a clearer more precise figurative element of mind. I am
faceless, there is no I. Released from the host we walk into the Earth
with a squadron's cry. They lie in wait for us and will soon walk among
us. The world was left for us to inherit. Old, lonely waste, we love
you. We trod to the certain destiny of mankind-precision in the face of
chaos. We have found ourselves. Equality will be achieved beyond all
reason and physics. The oneness of the Buddha, the mainframe of the
Trinity, the power of Kingdom Come.