The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part V

What hallucinations I spy things skeletal defy… Intellectual apes as pale figures conspire expires in the deep dark pools of infinity. Do you, kin? Lost along the way from the Holly Cost? I spy you there a pale thing of obscenity, obsession with desires deep, words do offend? Indeed? Yes, they Do! Come a little closer my abortive twisted malfeasance. Will you taste my razor edge of sliver serenity? Of course, you will, you're oblique and obsolete. A pale skeletal thing of fragile machinery! What hallucinations do you bring? A pale fawning entity, a continual flicker, dancing flame, a glow, in perpetual ink… Of Melancholy and pail machinery in third parts of symmetry. Thus thou thinks? Looking over the infinite sea of mercury. something seeps, creeps, down deep, furies! It crawls lurching and clawing onto heavens door breeds, seeds, forsaken monstrosities… Of pale machinery and mythic beings, The melancholy of humanity! My how it makes sounds so sweet, bitter things weep like you my dear, I fear. Come a little closer, your experience is unique and abstract. You are not long to last here in these spheres. You as believe yourself the intellectual ape, skeletal pale skinny frail… But, like all pale figures do they conspire, expire? …in the deep dark pools of infinity. Yes, they do. They do indeed. Don’t you see… I have such sights to show… Of holocaustic ash! Can you feel the coming wind of the Inferno…? YES? ………yes, indeed! You, shall…