In the Silence of Heaven I
In the silence of heaven
there are half-buried machines
where a man once wanted to dwell!
Some of these were built with a design in mind
with regards to deities' fame and Tyrannies.
Awash in the propped-up ancient lies
of creations wreckage covers
all in chrome and thunderstorms.
...an Oceans shining through
to see the ships a sail on heaven seas
In the heart of what will be
all there is,
is the dead staring past into infinity!
And the machines of ancient gods, diluted deities
A washed in electric snow
like holy furies
Adrift from hollowed centuries...
In the breath of the Sacred
and the profane.
In the tranquility of heaven
there are silent machines
where men once dwelled.
Awash in the propped-up
ancient lies like creations wreckage cover all
in tapestries of thunderstorms.
Here The Carrion lie...
In to seas shining through
To witness ships sail in heaven breeze.
Somewhere between the silence of heaven
and the rage of the heart
lies the lands of where thunderstorms depart.
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