Twilight burns on and pupils dilate to let enter a flowing sun
Twinkle now sky above
As white clouds cut a path through you on their journey home
Home to a creator that cares not whether they exist
Exuberant forms of devastating shape disturbingly depicting stories old
Imprinted and embedded in the electrodes of the brain
Now controlling the world as it slowly goes insane
Remaining neither here nor there and caring not when the arrival of salvation will be
Creation may never start again
As comets travel down and poke holes in the only reality known
Pages now turn and words appear
Describing the current resurrection of the end we
all fear
