At the end of our rope. On the cusp of existence. Our candle is out. No remission! Our race is devoured. There is not much left Make peace with your view and your whole species' death. We are all liquid wax. Melting. Contorting. So malleable. The smell is horrid. Bouquet of death. Redolent of disease. So devilishly fresh. Reforming. Give birth to the new. Look at your family and all of this genetic spew. Climbing through the stars. Lightyears reiterate flesh. The dark never felt so safe. Prepare for imminent death! Sit back. Take in the view. As you roll the die can we start anew? Galaxies of black speeding past colourful lights. Vestige of old dying gas as nature returns to the past. Floating. Long way from home. Into the black. The great unknown. I eject myself from the spacecraft. Floating, my skin and flesh liquify. Our candle is out.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
