A perpetual cold rolls across the plains of humankind
Icy cold winds of uncertain devastation
Boreal whispers cutting through the sacred shrouds with swift intent to obliterate this
infestation
A discombobulated a**emblage of mortal beings failing under the weight of disenchanted carnality,
ceaselessly tearing at the spindly strings of their own morality
Harrowed to great extent and perplexed by corruption and depravity
standing reflective in intense pain and pious denial
A glance at the true reflection reveals
how orthodox is this paradox
In visions of splintered gla** we see
ourselves...
With eyes nailed wide open
It's easier to see this wretched world
for what it is
Open up the time-
in slices of physical matter
Dissecting the visions
Of a life now past and a future that is
fading so fast
Lacerated- into what you believe you see
Fading swiftly in a Ban*l unreality...
We've come so far and now we're screaming for the end
As the walls fall down around us realise we've nothing left
A hollow tocsin sound echoes deep through the bones of the remaining denizens
The sullen howl of bereavement pounds the sky as the last voices of humanity fade in unison bringing perfect calm
We welcome the end of all life
We beg the skies to release the wrath of the ages
The journey has always been in attaining ultimate uncreation
Screaming a disconsolate opus of the end
Existing in terror
Tearing down our own palisades
Unfulfilled in existence
Seething self-ruination