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.