The Wyg burns the separate strands above a wooden pyre.
The Wyg ushers in The Line.

Mixing new colours with a robotnik slave-hand,
The Wyg manipulates The Line as no other in existence has done before or since—
Except, Exalted Ditko,
He who studied with
Exalted Paul Rubens.

The Wyg pays credence to the commeroration of Mars,
Watching over its distant skies and hallowed sand dunes,
Which burn as only fires can;
But those of us with eyes where eyes ought to be
Can only see the embers that scatter across the land
As hallowed, red Mars-dust.

In communication with the Mars Moth-Man,
On the nights where Earth-glow streaks across exalted Azuul,
The Wyg scrapes Mars Moth-Man's moth wings for the powder of the scales
And uses the powder for hallowed rites of manifestation.
Only in the temples of Azuul can one conjure The Line, and many materials are required.

God has drawn another Line.
It is the end at the beginning—
Of course, it was not commissioned to be one.
It did not start as one,
But has always been whole.
It was not drawn by a single hand;
It was drawn by many.

The Line, conceived to be darker than shadow,
Had subconsciously been crossed and over-wrought.
So we simply let it be;
Simply kept it separate— separate.

Guidance from God:
"Go now, go now, and connect the lines.
Go now, go now, and make contact with Ditko,
He who once dwelled within the highrises."

With power comes great responsibility.
A phase of one of the best creation by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko.
Except for the mind of Peter Parker rested with Lee.

And he was the originator of honesty and truth.

The truth that the actor in office seems lost upon.

Before racist, you stand and shoot stupidity because they lost in the world of Disney.
Wishing for the days of the forties and fifties.

Before the world, you to them is a clown.
Speaking stupidity whenever cameras around.
Trying to cut down the man before who earned his respect?

Yes, as a leader you don't be brave around fools.
But around those that stand for ALL to support you.

You made it into the history books.
But your lies gonna have many with asterisks.