Realms of red twilight remnants across the tar oceans,
The sky bleeds into the earth crimson light.
Dawn is forever. Airs of lead are ripping through the wind.
Far across the land and stretched into eternity are the doors to the past, into forever, displaced and uncharted, howling past the clouds, roaring sonorous, through the sky, into space, through the galaxy, into your ears.
Hear it...the anger...the wasteland...the future...into days of destruction in aeons.
Awareness has become apparent, in the soul, in your soul. Another journey to past, a distant figure...
Twilight enter, fading the suns glow. Down below the sun, its image, as bright as the nebula, arising. Take hold of this picture, languid memory. The sun melts in its gaze, into the land.
Into the darkness, the nexus to another past. Turbulent earth/disturbing quakes forcing down the mountain of reason. Down, the impossibility of possible and inevitable mankind.
Monotony in the howl, listen to it. The sky turns dark, the sun dies, the moon crumbles, and the image is real. The howling of extinction, the sonorous voice quaking the lands, the voice of beyond. Hear it...
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