nI wear the crown of razor-thorns above tangled, twitching cables nProtruding from a bloodstained mouth wide in soundless agony nI, wreathed in tortured wires in the displaced gulf nScorched hand gnarled around spheres of collapsing time nPitiable fragments of war-ravaged cities creep behind horizons nClawing through the toxic fumes and pits of atrophied hope nHumanity flees into sewers infested with seething terrors nPoisoned herds digested by an aeon of stagnation nnI see nothing but the vastness of the envenomed stars I scream towards nThe transitional suns in a dilating reality nI’ve seen everything but the vacuum of infinity nI’m the one who trampled glass into God’s grave of filth nnBeneath the crumbling relics of the machinated empire nThe unsullied throne becomes the pestilential tomb nVoices without mouths shriek words without expression nMinds without matter writhe in formless, wretched hunger nnWe are the life after death nWe are the nightmare suspension nWe are the cultivated hell around the transforming relic nThe AXIS OF PERDITION nnIt’s post-human stellar beauty of the coldest sphere nIt’s the entrancing glare of an imploding world nIt’s black hole noise, whispers of singularity nSubsonic star-choir on the astral frequency nIt’s the volatile retort of the chaos contortion nIt’s the nightmare desynchrony of the dying god nIt’s realities torn away in planetary rape nIt’s the gift of unspoken cycles nnThis is it……This is the end of time!n