A ceremony of departure ensues.
The third eye awakens, the god of muse.
Faces appear in the water and the night sky.
They beg to decipher the meaning of goodbye.
The mouth of torment has no teeth,
yet it devours all that can breathe.
Death brings a dark treat and a gift of curse.
A smile visits the god’s face, blissfully perverse.
Remember me not for my skin and bones,
Remember me not for the sins I have yet to atone.
Remember me not for what I couldn’t become,
Remember me not for when I had come undone.
Remember me not for my heart of stone,
Remember me not for when I left you alone.
Remember me not for my drunken stupors,
Remember me not for my apologies that couldn’t come sooner.
Remember me not for the tears in your eyes,
Remember me not for when I didn’t empathise.
Remember me not for the painful goodbye,
Remember me not for the time when I couldn’t hold you nigh.
Remember me not for my regret and shame,
Remember me not for myself that I couldn’t tame.
Remember me not for your promises that I couldn’t abide, but remember me from the night for you when I died.
Industry made humans, sub-humans.
The modern era witnesses the horror of the destroyers.
Watch as they march, they engorge upon the living, the putrid living.
The ministries have fallen, curfews can’t stop this horror.
A national emergency in making, declaration of the come of the serpentine.
Behind close binds they hide, the ones left out, denied.
Run! Where can you? There is no where to run.
The earth is round, it’s a fucking globe as they say.
You’ll only be running in circles, day and night, you can’t escape this.
The era of destruction is upon us and the tides have declared so.
Murder! Murder, in daylight, the skyscrapers witness.
This is the end of the human race. This is the end of the filth that we had collected for so long.
Father, where are you? Why have you denied me and declined me?
The doors to the church are no more open. Where have you fled to?
Were you synthetic in making?
You promised life when we pledged allegiance to the church, why are you watching me die behind those blinds?
I have no faith in you, any more.
I have no faith in this regressing world.
Needless to say, I’m here to decay.
The end of my time has come to stay.
The rich flee to outer space, but will they make it? Will they survive?
The poor, succumbed to darkness and death so un-divine.
Piece by piece, the world is crumbling.
Landslides, now a sub-human disaster.
Our last breath is counted as the earth disintegrates and floats in the the outer space.
Bodies, millions and thousands killed in a genocide now afloat.
A grave of humans and stars awake.
The end was imminent is what reads in the prophecy and as all float lifelessly in space, a light in darkness still stays.
I’m god! Who is to say I’m not?
I’m all that you desire, I’m three eyes from his face, I’m your asexual fire.
I’m all, all that flows from her throat to her lungs, I’m the cancer residing in you, melt, slowly burn.
I’m a disease, forming inside of you, there is no cure for me, I’m fucking depression.
I’m molten lava, in your eyes, I’m the last flower of your lies, I’m all that you’ve been waiting for.
I’m two faced love, fuck your theories, I’m horror that glows.
Infinite stars, I am, waiting to devour your every dream.
Mindless games, I am, I play with you while you ask for suicide.
I’m human, I’m demon, I’m the god from the place they call earth.
I’m a drunkard, always drunk on the thoughts of lust.
I’m an animal, behaviour cannibal, I’m a corpse being dragged on the land that is not my own.
I’m disgusting and vile, I’m the last bone in your body, you spineless fuck.
I’m human and simply everything else.
In to the night of starry skies and the figures of ancient kind, what have I seen? What am I seeing?
A sky vomiting the moon, darkness eternal spreads across the land and the clocks resting on the tables, alarm clocks go deaf, nearing, closing, the toll of death.
TV screens flicker, no more PlayStation, a black hole appears sucking life in to the screen, sucking baseball fields, an unfriendly dream. The era of materialistic doom has come and is dancing upon our graves.
The fall of Internet, the rise of devices, suicides, hung by the cable that connected the world. Shatter proof glasses no longer bear the burden, they are breaking, machine made teenagers in making.
Earth, now a factory supplying mechanical brains while the sentiments fall deep in to vain. The rise of rebels, but their limbs were amputated, by the machines you call home, by the machines you call your own.
The concrete society connected by cables and when the wifi is disabled, they all die in pain, the pain of the unknown.
Real world, the old world, lost to itself, now rooted with machines, a mechanical story of blood and machine lubricant ensues.