A Masked Requiem for a Virulent Era

A cold berating light-erasing rope survives relentless entropy (another year ends another variant contends) Desolate debris in empty erroneous caves swallow blank pages submerged in mind-warping seas where flying memes wait for normalcy where words freeze & thoughts become sadistic (a poisoned (out of mind) mind crawls on the radar) Trapped in a gray tomb: the inert inerrants flounder in a mephistic stench expecting no mercy from theocreptilian overlords not really here/there/or somewhere (humanoid insects loiter in scarred streets awaiting a comedic deluge) A symphony composed by the Great Alpha Dog: a transfixed audience staring at a monotonous Monolith in a cold nocturnal past/present/future wherein 3 homicidal HALs dwell along with one serene Star-Child singing: daisy dazy dada adad (in a masked requiem) Earth: a disastrous dithering hologram discombobulated by collapsed singularities losing time waiting for deliverance from devolution waiting for Sir Godot as vituperative viruses inherit the wind This will end in the end: a cosmic tragic dream of infinite periods pointing to pugilistic demigods swimming in an illuminated lake of illuminati near the careless trees in the breeze populated by a Counterclockwise Orange led by the Four Jackasses of the apocalyptic Anticlimax