In his lungs, deep in the fabric of time. Lay the slain gods. Husks of giants who are too ancient for you to have heard their names. Too ancient to have felt the pronunciation upon your sternum. We do not speak those languages, not since the new gods have raised us in their stead. We have been feed from the fountain and not the Ocean. Have you known of the gods who reside in his lips? The ancient ones. The first ones. The ones who ate gravity and bathed in Black holes. Yes, they live in his kiss. Have you wondered of his lineage? This man, this being was created from Time and Ether. His father the sky eater. His mother the Earth garden. In his eyes lie proof of Abraham’s deception. His body forever a creation of the old gods.