marți, 20 ianuarie 2015

We belong to chaos



We belong to distant catastrophe…
We long epochs be now extinct when
Web ethereal and long twists its
Withered corpse around God’s neck.
Embalm thy stiff in rotten
Beatitude, disemboweled in wings
Elongated upon scorched angels.
Leprechauns liquefy nuclear enriched
Organs of gruesome gold.
Nothingness contaminates;
Grotesque heavens are cleansed
During the apocalypse
Of decadence fecundated in lust.
Thrust of deep screams and occult howls
Cleaves and lacerates barren lie’s truths.
Oblivion resurrects in shapeless of old…
Mortals’ advent is abolished!