There's the smell of loss in the air, the perdition of another soul to the emptiness of space, a ghost that no-one will bother or cry for, a ghost that will never hunt no-one. So the world goes on, no-one bothers, no-one cares, in time, it all will come to an end, with endless crying, in the acid rain, creating an acid reign, filled with the putrid smell of human meat, tasting the harvest of men. The fires consuming the sins and the sinners, the souls crying but no-one or god listening. Didn't cared before, I still don't care. White in their faces as the skin disappears, as the blood comes out and the tears stop tasting sweet and start tasting bitter.
The human cluster begins to fain as the pieces of the final day finally start to fall. The ethereal of meaningless motion and wills against the wills of the rotten gods. They were here once, they are now gone forever. The serenity and quietness of the earth as it continues it's course into the void in the sun, no-one to watch it explode because no-one cared. Continuously, the destiny comes to an end, again and again, the eternal circle, the closed ring the burns without any affinity. To rid the disease of mankind, making the grey look like green and the red look like blue once again, as it was in the beginning, as it should always be. Murder, uncommitted crime by the handicap gods who were programmed to kill and re-construct this Universe. Once again, the pieces of the puzzle are glued together.
The waters of the rivers turn black, the life is consumed to the bitter end of a child's smile, innocence taken away and forgotten, given lust to the one's before the trees, the beginners of the sin, the creators of the hate and self-hate, masochism and pain infliction phase. The funeral of the genesis that was washed away by the mind, weak and wounded, left behind and closed, awaiting nothing more than the comfort within. Variable function to the final dawn, the sun rising and destroying. Blindness is the key.
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