Jars Iii: Fractured Symmetry

A jar full of oblique imagery and jagged thorns. A jar full of black ROOKS fractured symmetry torn pages from books. A jar full of rusted nails bleeding the secret blood Sacred and profane, souls haunting the halls of hell, sliding down rusted hooks. The coming of the primordial flood the liquid of life the washing of strife... A jar full of black fluid... A jar full of cracks intricate in pattern... A web of jittery filigree. A jar full of lies. The dead fall freely the Lord of flies the seeker of all, a jar full of dust. The red, a raging rust... of eons reading the sacrificial lust in literature of One! A jar full of stars; infernal enigma of gods, the effigy of forgotten wars, the quest of imperial czars. A jar full of nothing but sands of time, from distant shores of eternal emerald seas. A jar full of imagery symmetrical symmetry full of furies divinity...