Prolapstriumph
Bluelighter
Like a kiss from the vacuous
zero, an ode to the
overmind discipline; Ill-
fated reveries scream for
long awaited euthanasia.
Symphonic gestures, of the
raging diaspora, dripping from
the sedated mouth of Shiva's
black avatar, oblivious
to the vast rampaging fiasco.
Deepening the treacherous
trench fantastic, these
cosmic consolidations, with
the etchers of concrete walls,
in the dank cellars of
dimly-lit forgotten dreamscapes.
Cascaded with the shells
of ambivalent vessels,
electric at the prospect
of their cavernous possibility,
dancing to the soulful
crash of the tower's collapse.
Dare to plug in, to the
resounding ethereal din,
cautiously stalking the monolith;
as it's enigma unfolds in
the churning miasma.
zero, an ode to the
overmind discipline; Ill-
fated reveries scream for
long awaited euthanasia.
Symphonic gestures, of the
raging diaspora, dripping from
the sedated mouth of Shiva's
black avatar, oblivious
to the vast rampaging fiasco.
Deepening the treacherous
trench fantastic, these
cosmic consolidations, with
the etchers of concrete walls,
in the dank cellars of
dimly-lit forgotten dreamscapes.
Cascaded with the shells
of ambivalent vessels,
electric at the prospect
of their cavernous possibility,
dancing to the soulful
crash of the tower's collapse.
Dare to plug in, to the
resounding ethereal din,
cautiously stalking the monolith;
as it's enigma unfolds in
the churning miasma.
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