Cold masks of agony...
Shattered to fragments.
And existance is just a reason for demise.
Blessed be the constructs,
forged in lies...
Followed by each and every wise and pawn.
We swallow circumstances like the beheaded man
and gallons of bad wine are floating down the throat.
No changes are to be made in everlasting times.
Just settle down and wait for elemental fury and demise.
No divine source justifies the burning whore
and the endless suffocation of the scum.
A heavy breath of inhaled nothingness...
Feel the roots connected to your outside circle.