The map is disemboweled in time’s
veins
And we trespass in future times of
the past…
Iron bars lock essence of rebelling wisdom
behind intentions of
Decayed truth. Juvenile graveyards
born and resurrect blessed in
Ravenous wings of rotten; the once
pale fleshed worms do blossom
In sentences poured beyond undying comprehensions.
Who knew?!
More than once but only exclusively deranged
the ecological heaven is
Contaminated by ration of the
multiple alter egos thru a baptized nothingness.
Rust enacts a canvas of molten ages
slain and bleeding upon stiff oblivion.
A flagpole rises from the center of
the unearthly pits. Maybe someday the black
Will be hoisted high and proud to
slash the skies. Until then and after a reign of crimson
Shall flood upon mortals, embalming the
gods in cleansing raw annihilation…
Apocalyptic graduation has begun. Now
they feast! Next… your souls shall be devoured!
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