If we are indeed to lose this glorious holy war on the physical plane, we will have to act as an erupting volcano that will wipe the slate clean. We will make sure this planet goes out like the wretched city of Pompei, which was cast in flames by a divine act of nature fighting against the festering degeneracy within the city's walls. Only echoes of the past shall remain as the earth burns and sings the tragic song of its passing.
Nevertheless, nature will heal. And as life returns and the flowers blossom, nature will sing the eternal song of our victory, which will ring throughout the ever-expanding cosmos.
So comrades, do not be afraid of defeat or "the death of our race," as that is only a minor setback. Death only means the return to the cosmic order of the Lord God who gave us life in the first place. In his hands, we shall rest until our time comes to return to the harsh but beautiful world we have inhabited for countless epochs.
Death is only the beginning.
(Reposed because typo in the title)
