Screaming in pain, tears are creating the streams of bodies. An ancient hand pounding the earth, shaking...eternally...life slowly fades...away. The pain of skies, the falling of stars, to pass...

Mass chaos, the earth...left a grey and cold planet. The fallen stars crash in a nuclear haze. The crimson sky and the crimson stream are to pass...exultant...pass all hope. Eyes open, and on the reptile in the clouds, monolith...

Time is dying from existence. Perpetual existences for the ones who dwell and reside in consciousness...see the people; see them falling off the edge of the planet, now dwelling in the sky, floating in the clouds, the crimson sky.

The bodies soar through the wind in a blood haze. The stream of decay flows into the ocean, the stream of bodies/souls. Trapped in the aeons of drowning, the massive wave of demonic life crushes them...I see it.

The air stops moving...the water stops flowing...the bodies and in the death of time, cease...this mystical place. The pulse of the land beats in one monotonous and identical beat.

In the center of the languished land, the hands move. The bodies move, they awaken...they see the atmosphere around them...and so the tears flow on the streams of bodies...as they sense the futile, eternal future...

Perpetual existence...

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