I felt the gaze of an eternity too short

The stars, they roamed, so aimlessly, above

The circle of life, but a line, long and sharp

The ending, the start, no meaning, no art

The dawn is but a myriad of dusks

A famine of love, a self consuming dove

A shrine to all past

An altar for what won't last

A divine intervention

On a masterless consummation

Servant thy

Serve no blood

Best left out

To insanity

Sin

Will lead to sim…pler things

Will lead to death…initely

Something worse

But for better or worst

Repetition helps define the lunatic.

All, Wherever, Always!

All, Wherever, Always!

All, Wherever, Always!