When solar rays consume
the flesh of earth
And there's one grain of sand
not turned to glass
All that's left
is death
A skeleton in rot
Skull, bones cross
A cancer
A fire
Doth clothe death in proper attire?
The absence of thought
Drenched in satire,
raped of grace
I presume for the sake of what's safe
Dreamless sleep?!
Ha!
May all who think dream
And may all who dream weep
Death is your shepherd
Who's counting his sheep?
From the womb of my mother
to this?
And from this to nothing…
The reaper came
from the womb of my mother
And I'll come again,
and we'll all cum together
Our offspring fly lighter
without any feathers
The only question
never to give me an answer
Every memory of every human being
Every dream
Collapses into the realm of the blessed
She rears her ancient head
All that's left
is death
We've left more
than our shame in this universe!
10,000 gods left on hard drives
floating through
vacant space
Waiting for radio waves
For some selfless race
to save us
Red lights
propelled by antimatter
Science…
for whom we no longer live
to humbly flatter
Death isn't the end?
Our souls will ascend!
(without brains)
Fuck!
"You expect me to find serenity in being lifted into a collapse of time/space without any knowledge, memory or experience? You're telling me the very essence of my being is an inanimate object that somehow manages to stay inside of me undetected my entire life, and I'm supposed to get some kind of satisfaction knowing that it will ascend into an eternal state of peace with my creator while leaving behind everything on earth that makes me who I am?!"
There's no ocean left on earth
There's no laughter and no tears
have been shed
She who becomes a pillar of salt
is wiser than the rest
All that's left
is death
For patronage eats the camaraderie
with carnage
Nationalism is the earth's cruel joke
Religion
…its ultimate weapon
God waits within the great black hole
that was our life-force
From the pilgrims of Cavet
To the post-modern information age
Mercury…
Galileo's last cry
Sirius… my love
The last bacterium in Antarctica
Plato's Atlantis within
Live in sin
My beautiful earth is only blessed
All that's left
is death