SecondComingOfChrist

it's been a long time since the last confrontation and I've forgotten it's ways the monster has returned from it's decreptic concrete sarcophagus burial it's filth is spreading - it creeps along the floors and the walls. the colour of dried blood and burns it's breath is poison - scorched lungs and seared eyes it's thoughts are of war and it fucking remembers and It seems that I'm the only insurgent it's thunderous march it's shrieking prisoners the dark fucking abyss it's disgusting exoskeleton cannot be marred by the weapons of man it cannot be destroyed by an army of one or of one hundred all I feel is disgust and

memories relics from the past dust-covered                                     forgotten remembrance the search for meaning the unearthing of lies forgetting drifting away                          falling asleep forgetting drifting away                 

Rapids of souls (a waterfall) lives past (beneath our feet) rushing from our world (our realm) no one will know (no one will feel) the terror (the pain) nothing will be left (                ) to scavenge (avenge) no one will seek vengeance (peace and salvation) never again (forever) will our kind feel (our dying breaths) the wind on our face (the warm safety) we were born of hate (born of fire) created for destruction (of our setting sun)

Confronting The Monster Again. as alone as before at the edge of light the edge of filth the edge. invisble, I am. except to the next victim of daemons fucking darkness and the Monster's eyes. are always open. it witnesses ends and edges and shakes the earth and drains our blood. it carries us through the darkness. the darting eyes died out and now I'm left with apathy. silence and disconnected aura's. the crossers of the abyss and the close-eyed spirits the loud and the quiet and the fifty suns we pass through darkness the orange aura and six-six-six and the melted prints. the shock. the sleepless monster.