Prophets of An Automatic Atomic Night

Where a newborn star lights the vault of heaven under the sky sapphire, high! You can find it there, Not the product of a god or some such! But, man in his madness brings annihilation to the makers, the father of the nation, a nations ghost the dire lands divide…. Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders of black cabals each a deity in mind each a quest for inner peace or damnation an automatic life… When deviations dire provide the profits of war and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs and design desires flesh and bone born to non! Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks reside in cathedrals of suicide watch! The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness and dire means drive engines of earth demise! The destination and ruination of all our lives… Where a newborn star lights the vault of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!