o::  this is the end ::
 
 

I dream of a host cockroaches
crawling, swarming over charred flesh
up bitter blackend walls
in sewer pipes now purgd
the cries of many amplifd
then swallowd by silence
echoes of a lost world
of a foul smoke that lingers like stale breath
of steel/glass/concrete fusion-statues
rising high in a pale and infinite twilight
shining beacons like bleachd bones

I see field upon field upon field
of bloatd-cattle-corpses bleeding intestines
staring with sightless opaque eyes
of waves drowning mountains
and the earth's flesh torn with angry fissures
of molten-spewing-spittle
and hot lashing tongues
of a planet roaring/quaking/quivering
with unbound vergence

shivers erupt through space and time
and images flashing faster faster...
until finally all is annihilated

like a vacuum space sucks the debris
into a black empty hole
and I fall down into the void
this is the end

 
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 gaze  |  sacrifice  | writhe  |  stalk | lust | expose
intercourse
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