Above conversion into the prime.
A systems glitch into the breach.
quantum threads sowing time.
A slow drowning in the mind .

A pin point light that slowly grows.
A  inevitable confusion in the black.
obtainable knowledge in ethereal realms
through the gates where Icarus fell.

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Atomic rose the scarlet queen.
Conjuring the malice from an evil dream.
She scars the earth in tides of fire,
leaving ruin in her path.
She burns away the kind desires,
and turns them all to glass.
She's a destructive madness on an atomic scale,
this scarlet beauty i know so well.

"The mirrors edge of cutting sight.
Splits the light of a shattered sun.
Blacks the rain that falls on heavy.
Erases the pain to come undone.
Pain the anvil, my most grim of companion.
For i walk on salt upon vast expansion.
Body aflame, with symptoms of cold chills.
This bucket is empty from sanity spills."

Upon the shore where footprints last.
She walks in the sun above the sea.
And in the final light of dusk.
She turns and shines one last
time for me.

The forge of Avalon screams.
Spearing the depths of a dying king.
For legacy and blood have been discarded
upon battle fields of ash and dreams.
The forge of Avalon is howling.
Crafting the final crown,
With a Blood diamond for each loved one in the ground.

The Morning sun and desert, the wanderer makes his trail, seeking the golden fountain the answer to his prayers.
Exhausted, burnt, and beaten, by a million weighted steps.
He falls to his knees shouting, some where between life and death.
" I search for the gate! and the one who knows! the river! the light! the truth and sea!
I search for the fountain of the desert valley!, oasis of clarity! ".

The mumbling stumbling father of the faith.
Who makes it too his service fragile and made of glass.
Who reads the book upside down knowing eyes will never see.
The blankly staring flock who are programmed into their seats.
Who tells a story of gambling, then spends his children's coin.
Who speaks of the wrongs of killing, then buries his victims down.
O the mumbling stumbling father of the faith.
Who leads you blindly to other gates.