The Ultra Violence Part1
An earth in exhale of sigh, rising up, rising down in lungswell
till the air and forest becomes flash paper dry
Eoning as its corner eye looks in disgust
at the red flashed sky mirroring the pits of shale
The Unmooring of the World A Copses of Souls impaled by the by and by
Of the Deepest Slain in the coals
A Tumultuous, Ebb and Flow of broken Souls
Flotsam and Jetsaming in Sheoles foam,
An Eon in the Night that has never woken from
untended its suspended slumber
A Mournful, hell mouthful-Inflamed sliver of Echoed choking ember
tasting the not yet, but impending scape of Morpheus pudding cloud
Lifts its lids quickly open to a distances closer screaming for crying out loud
on the cores plasmatic searotic river gushing in gushing out
like a locomotive trudging errant, but right on time
Wave of signs, sine wave and sin city hives
Yes, we're right on time
......To be taken as the spoils of the dead, left for, the unspoken for
Unraveling the Sorrow of All that's Fallen, to the stakes
aiding and abetting our own Olympus in death throes faces
under anastesia of strobing
Unbound to Eternal Sorrow, Unbound to Eternal Despair calling
Unveiling of the Mystery of the Unseen, Hollows
EonS, Foremost- Slain of Raven eye of Savant Kingsgame Throne again St.
To unweave itself cleaven to token Fear-
A Mournfold, In flames A Shudder of Echoes morse coding the remains "distress is near, distress is near!"
and of negative ion of droplet spear?,- Unbreakable pandemonium-arears
A Copse of Souls A neural shame's-acidic tear Unveiling of the Mystery
of the Unseen here, swearing by name, taken in vain.
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