Basking in the glow of a lacerated sun Dripping blessed rays, life pools in an agonising emptiness. Smile upon me with your godless grace Light of life, prying open a necrophyte visage Spotlight upon a murderous parade Of life and happiness. Always watching with Catastrophic intent and purging flame. Behold the beacon of rage as it rips At your vision. Blinding illumination. A scar in the sky. Cataclysmic vista.