Blood-red is the sky,..
Torn immorally,..
Letting fire fall upon the bodies of those who prayed to be saved...
Today they learn that the soul was nothing more than an absurd poem lodged in the subconscious that eased fear; we are nothing...
But the saddest human weakness, the damned hope, grants us the freedom to sink absorbed into a journey from which there is no return...
We lose ourselves deeply in a thoughtless time full of foolish visions, ephemeral flashes of joy, and vast explosions of overflowing dreams in a hypnotic pilgrimage...
To stop, suddenly, like a silent whisper, just to extinguish, leaving nothing behind...
The prayers spit in their faces and silently mock their false illusion...
Light blackened by the revelation and horror of having to accept that we are but fleeting shadows of wandering scum...
Passengers in an indifferent cosmos, where even the lightless astral depths show no mercy to our dying echo...
Lives slip away, torn with pain.
They drown in screams that seethe with horror.
The Apocalypse of the universe, the desolation of what is real...
Pray, drown in faith, puppets of the fire without light...
...Burn, vile beast...
It is not hell that has arrived; the entities in the universe have no light, no power; they are stars bound to the vile celestial canvas, drowned in their vomit of useless power...
It is nothing more than desolation, only chaos, the hour when everything ends, the moment when the sky and stars align.
Time has unveiled its hour; the glow for the extinction of a species that should never have existed looms on the horizon...
A wretched entity, entangled in the threads of a nebulous god, allowed its mind to dissolve into the void of a deceptive creation...
