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A heavenly light pierces the walls of oblivion,
destroying a city of ganglion.


Evil rooted from universality.



Genesis - a renewed world has begun to exist
From the walls of the Gardens of Babylon to the vastness of Eden,
A cancerous cyst is implanted, that can be resist,
on a survivor of the human holocaust with a voracious lust for truth,
which will eventually defile him into dust.



Love and apathy, thought and philosophy
Where are your gods to be?
Idols and statues form with silver and gold adorned,
symbols emblazoned on these figures with power and divinity.


The light caresses human souls with what is holy
from the elysian light, a negation is born.



Pearl white doves streak the sky with a wonderful spring
As pure ebony ravens ride with a foreboding to bring.


Shadows on the prowl, angels in the sky,
dogs howl, cats cry; the legendary faeries use the water to scry.


There is only one man left and the cyst has marked him to die!

It is on a cold bleak morning the survivor encounters a lone, black wolf.


The wolf with starvation in it's eyes seeks refuge in a human life.


Both cold,alone, and lusting for immortality,
behold an inconvenient strife.


Unmatched hunger for eternal truth, the man glares
at the wolf's brandished tooth.


The wolf gives time for the man to live, countering it's own instinct to live.



The man gazes into the winter sky and remembers:
"...That the cold brings him to the light.

"
Creating a maelstrom of blight,
As Death paints fresh blood onto white,
Time is up - the wolf has human flesh to bite.



Bones break, blood splatters -
what is with the mindless chatters.


The virulence in his body wins
inevitably as his lustful vision dims.



Back in his head
Windows break, thoughts fly
here comes the whirlwind again whispering, "die".


He retorts and calls:
"Visions from dreams, death from life
life is a paradoxical strife.


The truth is simply a complex continuity.

"

Forged from flame, who is there to blame
the cadavers of contemptuous and vacuous whores.


The truth will splay your minds on the altar's floor
Death has come and has opened the door.



Sacrificial burning pyre for the truth is the man's desire.


Who utilized the living as his own almsgiving.


Sheer coldness of the blackened day, the hatred comes for an eternal stay.


With Death at the door, what did the man live for?

With words of infinite wisdom and knowledge galore,
Death has come and walked through the door.



Knowledge and wisdom implored,
the man sets out his hands teeming with gore,
his body raw with hatred surging with angel's plasma -
butchered wings and malicious thoughts it is the end of his phantasma.


Fallen from grace - a vision gone awry,
the whirlwind stops to listen to his wailing cry.


It is the hour of four, Death has come for one soul more.



Surreal blood red colors streak the sky,
it's time for the starving man to die.


With Death by his side, he lets out an agonizing cry
"Why did I let myself die?"
A soul forged from flame now has his blackened soul to blame.


If he did not seek the truth the cyst would not appear,
to this day he would have no death to fear.



The wolf finishes it's human meal,
the sun sets, the moon rises, now the sky is a shade of teal
Death is victorious at the final human steal.



Existences later this story is remembered,
as to why the truth should never be sought,
for eternity what has come will be lost.