Black Lotus Sun

The remainders retreated into the granite chest of the mountain. Waded through the icy vagueness of life- crossing the Siamese catwalk, over the opaqueness of death. Scratched, battered and scarred... they reached the eternal overlook. Peering into the great expanse. Where worthless wars were fought for the sake of salt -oil -religion and land. To test weaponry that makes glass from the sand. On plains where babies were born to be orphaned Young women ravaged over and over again... Young men promised robes of satin but given bloody rags. The remainders sipped from the pond of the asp. Nibbling the bones of a black lotus sun. Despite the infinite signs and miracles... the prophecies and teachings of Holy men A million chants from the Shamen... all but a precious few refused to listen... to merciful lessons that time had given. Within the petals of a lavender genesis - They'd thought only of themselves. Within the metal veil of Armageddon the warring wicked tumbled straight into hell.