Glass caught in sunlight laughter,

Breeze tickled lashes,

As lips melt together,

Past and future sending morse code over the mirage.

Watch as the gold trickles down,

Seeping into our pours, filling them.

Leave it there to harden, so later we can pull it off and examine the landscapes of our own facias.

Eyes glazed and scarred, red lipped and maddening
Death abounds, as Father cries, babbling.  
Man’s fie’ry wrath, the grisly reaper grins.  
A corpse with twisted mouth confesses sins.

Maggots writhe, and the bloated corpse erupts.  
The state of man, pride and power corrupt.
Two headed bats spread their filthy black wings,
Ravenous vultures feast, tormented screams.

God dressed in sackcloth, head covered with ash.
Streams fall from their eyes, their ****** teeth gnash.
Harrowed souls drift about hellish hollows.
Judgement awaits and damnation follows.  

Bombs without sight rain down from the heavens.
Purged of man’s filth, oblivion beckons.

Veni, veni, venias
Ne me mori facias