There they are! The madmen, arriving in troops, their skin replaced with crust, bodies providing temporary respite for flies. They come in colours scrawling notes into the sky throwing their throats upwards, cackling 'There is no GOD! There is only Death! Death is the surest thing about life! Death is our God!'

i am trying to do a mirrored parallel to Nietzsche's 'Death of God' and i am prolly too ambitious but lol lemme try and if i fail it'll be quite funny no?