Poop!

The yin yang has hit the fan. The temple doors will be closed today. The prophets will kneel before their statue gods with offerings of incense and small bowls of food. The birds will carry on as usual but their songs will fall on deaf ears. The whole perimeter will be given a good going over. "No Hunting" signs must remain intact as must the "No Trespassing" signs. The flame that lives in the heart of the museum mustn't be gazed upon today. It's pulsating rythm burns too hot and too fast for our eyes to bear. It's appetite for more oxygen and fuel know no bounds. It is hungry. It might devour you if you dare to enter the inner chamber. Cannibal flames might lick your flesh and find it so tasty it will be stripped from your frame. As for the non-believers, they should spend the day in the bathroom smelling their fingers and picking their noses. That is the safest place for them. Once night falls we will celebrate the passing of this day. There shall be a feast and mass consumption. The prophets will dance and the non-believers will stare. All in the name of tomorrow.