The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickedness
Ephemeral in it’s regressive condemnation
Pulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning ocean
Mirroring the further mental transmigration…
The crescent moon grows old
And airy castles made of glaring starlight
Endure the utter suffering
Sparkling in this moonless winternight
[narration:]
The consuming parallels are broken,
Perished are the chambers of Utopia…
Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorged
Into portals of chaos the Space emerges…
15 Comments