They have been wandering
For they have been said.

Those words;
Six, and treacherous
Of nature
From his mouth;

Galloping, flying,
With the traits of the locusts
Which fast they come;
Fast they go
Leaving the trace but nothing more,
Of what it was
And is no more;

Flaming, spoken unto me
Six words flooding into me
Devoured from me all sanity.
All that remained...
Now, no more.