This is what happens immediately after you finish signing that contract with Satan, and all you’re left with is a mysteriously echoing laugh. This is the Fourth Sign of the Coming, right before the ground starts bleeding but just after all cats disappear from the Earth. This is how you know God is displeased with your selection of Pope.
OK, so it’s actually a picture of a volcanic eruption at Fimmvorduhals in Iceland. But if you don’t think “flames overflowing the Earth, resulting in a dark red cloud blocking out the moon itself” is some sort of portent of the endtimes — then thanks for reading, Azazel of the Thousand Mouths! I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule of raping betrayers to read my stuff. While you’re here, maybe you can click that Facebook share button; I bet Despair and Calthogh the Worm would get a kick out of this shit.
