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The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Iv

Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall 
Of broken machinery 
Cast upon vast shores 
Decimation reservation

The prodigal son returns 
Jagged reigns of jaded egos 
Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary 
Blue oysters cast a cult of personality 
Here is where the mechanicals recoiled  

Gears turned deep inside the obelisk 
Onyx realms reaching to monolithic cities
Blacken the sky is on fire of desolations dawn
Volumes fills my fancies with arcane dreams  
Milky white universe’s immaculate ejaculate dynastic

Covers pale melancholy machinery of it…
Drips and drains into serenity 
Tides borne cryptic things from ancient depths 
Fathoms different shores 
Odd engines images forges, engages, enrages

Facades of the Deities
Castings from altered shores  
Drudged up in desolate depths 
Dark quagmires in nightmares explore
The Melancholy and pale machines implore

Something fetal feral twisted engorged
An abomination spills upon the floor
A pale machine of marrow and blood 
In spines broken bones 
Hooked finger Nails Nine Inches long 

Pitch black eyes watch a haloed star 
Of holocaustic blooms 
In infernal flowers, flames, flurries 
Something seeps, creeps, down deep, furies
Lurches on to heavens door 

Breeds, seeds, forsaken monstrosities
Of pale machinery and mythic beings, 
The melancholy of humanity, 
A pale something expires 

Eternal winter of 
            Broken Machinery 
                       cast upon vast moonlit shores

                                 Where am I

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