Adeity Delirium

the body has receded into a fetus, imploding in thrombosis in the parts also inside out and in the microcosm of the eye the retina retained a little or not at all of the color that turned from gray, from the violent movement of the branches, from the insane rush of steps outside, of the blood that has poisoned these worlds now. in the empty mouth of teeth that are not needed, since it's goo and rotten gelatin this Earth liquefied in humours and odors, time and who created it makes revolt in turmoil the disastrous cities and the monstrous and false pillbox, houselife trap. the tongue licks or lashes the trees and men hanging, the days in the mills and factories and all sins and guilt and what has been said and published. is a headland in the midst of the storm where wrathful executioners point to the hearts of the world at random. and then the field of thorns splits open, welcoming all screams in the abysses, all supplications in the graves and the gasping sighs and grimaces of each all many agonizing beings, of those thirsty for praise, of the deceived and strangled by their peers and the complete collection of us sociopaths, sanitized us, sweetened us, we pasteurized, we failed, until the immense and pasty final paste pressed into an apocalypse package, driven by the air and clouds and what else by demons ourselves and delivered with loathing to an ever-absent stepfather god.