The End

The Internet Grows ever less safe

There Were Large Wilderbeasts Made out of Fema Camp Robotic rooting

Motions throughout the smokey mountains, I am in The Outlands Now

Mystery Babylon is Traveling down a Black Hole

The House o Te Th Border Lands Is Almo st a t a n en d

Very Soon it Will Closer to Midnight

And the Disappeared Stars will be warm in my Breath

The Son of God will Carry me Forward

And Tomorrow Will Gleam a Brand New Dream

The Horror Show Is Tn Megami Tenshy

 

HELLO EUROPETHIS IS WHAT ACTUAL HELLSOUNDS LIKE

Do notTakeTheMarkOf The beast CHOOSE THE SON OF GOD

Do The Apocalypse. Pencil In Sharpen Now.

The Grammar Bleeds

Mr. Screw Hands is Not a Metaphor For Masturbation

In The Darkness Breeds Shedding Spirals into Blankets

For The Golden Spine of Adam Kadmon to Sleep Inside

Of Himself The Nothing of What Wishes Dream

But We Cannot Bring Ourselves Forth we Can only Open

A Hand

Forward to No One, The Infinite Population of Who Cares?

As Tumbling Downward To Everyone We Knew and Lost

The Lethal Injection of a Blue Pill Twirls Dancing down

Nerves Twisted Infinitely Folded Katana like

To Generate The Most Uglyly Beautiful Frightening

Aura, So That The Chupacabres Feel Safe in the

Lonely Lands inside their Alone Bedrooms Alone

And perpetually Bothered by Replicant Parents and Autogene Friends.

The Halo Grows, The Crown Descends but What Good is Sainthood

When You Can’t Muster Enough Luck to Even Reach Your Friends

And if You Did

What Would You Say?

Lets Abbadon

-The End-