When you rise over the horizon does the prominence in your photosphere rake its fiery tongues over the surface searching for those rejected by the seven angels heralding the passing of the age of man? Is that why a smile ever-presently displays on the surface of your great body of plasma, oh morning star? Papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-Cactus aleppe papae ha-