“When the Beast comes around, he will stack asses, and there will be a Reckoning, an old-style Reckoning; black rain, broken-bottle knives, and lunar dust down on the Boulevard. The sky will crack like cheap china and black petals will fall from the clouds like God’s own bouquet. The angels will surrender and black flies will storm Heaven and Hell alike. Everyone goes. . .the good, the evil, god and the devil. The beast has decided and he wants the smashed statues for himself, the rivers of tears for himself, the whistling miles of shiny whore-candy for himself.
Au revoir, assholes. . .”
from Midnight City