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Any Port In A Storm

Thou

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Decaying Critical Mass


A once vibrant solar star,

rotting in the final Son,

Eviscerateed by super sonic lunar wolves, vultures, maggots. Etherial scavengers, Indeed!

Dancing, Revelling in the abundent carrion, the necrotic flesh plentiful.

Carried on eternal with languid singsong howling agony bliss...

Long dead God of ours, where art your softful, shitting form?

Playing the game of Hide & Seek once again are we.


Conjoined Kin of Ebony Morning Star

Siasmese asshole polarity speaks not; speaks nothing. Not an utterence. Not once. Not a single fucking word.

Only the vultures are left to guide.

Only the wolves were there to remind. Always had been

But alone the scavengers were all there.

All There Ever Were.
 
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