Dark stormy unspeakables form eclipses of the shining sun and the sarcastic ecstasy of a drained emotional high, of cutting veins while scathing shards of soul are struggling against the unearthly cyclone, in conjunction with dirt so mundane form a manifesto of fire to drag the heathen into hatred scorch the earth to raise a plagued farm of scuttling scarabs beneath the morphing skin of diseased brain matter splattered on canvases.
The cosmic cantatas of hope's celestial voices coldly calculate into oblivion while hordes of thunderstorms in calamitous cacophony set fire to the wilderness food to fuel the demons that crawl into our eyes and retinas moving our nerves like we're marionettes severing the stockpiles of memories in our psyche forcing forgetfulness and ignorance upon our fretted, filtered minds and make us fail to recollect those sunny days hiding behind the army of darkness singing etudes to unknown questions praying to the eternities or maybe begging?
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