(Antartica, April 11th, 2159 A.D.) Cut was the tongue of lucidity Solitude whispered deceit Yet not sprung from lying tongues Was the nausea that grew As through unease reason unstrung Horizons withered apace The borders of my perception Shrunk to ruins, crimson-tinged As the empyrean crumbled down From the universal frame unhinged Rubescent spirals swelled From burning ruptures aloft Its eyes - its stare I sense d**h in the breath of this impa**e Descending - revealing - from the flameborn coil Undeniable - shapeshifting cold images of the past Its eyes - its stare - a cold glance from the mirror to bear Madness spat from the lookinggla** - I sense d**h in the breath of this impa**e The empty footprints preceding me throughout my path unveil their secrecy As in the second of his touch aeons of incarnations stirred much "And the stars in the sky fell to earth, as late figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind The sky receded like a scroll, rolling up, and every mountain and every island was removed from its place Then the kings of the earth, the princess, the generals, the rich, the mighty, and every slave and every free man Was consumed in the fire that fell from the heavens." Flaming pyres compelled The earth to shiver oft Its eyes - its stare - a fatal glance for the world to bear The chainreaction's verge of time was reached, rendering the world sublime The stabiliser was withdrawn on the last breath of dying light The beginning and ending of the chain are quenched in trite Leaving the causal nexus with -termination- to coincide