Pyro maniacle greed
The piles of the obese
Will burn a thousand years
I saw the sun blink like the eye
Of a dark matter serpant coiled ready to strike forked tongue and slithering
To take us home
Open the door past the astral
Beatific infernal
Last sunset
Funeral pyre
Blessed to watch Witness to the fortunes fall

Old sun our ruin
See thru the eye of a dark matter serpent
Coiled tight venom dripping
From the sky
The forked tongue savors me

See clear your demise
You are no differ from slime
Miscreants and pious all dine
On the pyroclastic funeral pyres
The smoke of your bones
Cast your last hope and prayer
liars and their bile
To cold black despair
So many lives laid bare
The truth to you now bones
You let it slip thru your hands
Your one gift and you blew it
Spread across desert sands
Alien worlds 
  skinned serpants    
Embreonic soup de jour
new poisons