Abiotic The Singe
Human beings are disgusting creatures.By the apex of
alien hills, sacred abodes sought to emanate newly shaped
paradigms. A relentless reign prematurely assisted the
interruption of symbiosis amongst cohorts and
foreigners.The guillotines were marshaled, disposed to
decapitate virgins that desired to copulate
unholingly.Their blades were whetted as if to sever all
burgeoning thistles once known, much like the earliest of
misguided attempts to hinder the spring indefinitely. In
this kingdom, judgment was sheathed by the ignorance of a
wicked people.The ones empowered by gods could not have
been seen as the culprits. In this land, the fiends were
not supernatural, but mortal architects knew well to
manipulate and incriminate the abstract.There were no
quarters for selflessness in this new world. Now watch as
all the surfaces are scorched.This is not the apocalypse
your prophets admonished you of.The branches wail as the
flamboyant terebinths acquiesce to fiery torture. In this
hellish realm, affliction is replicated through the
cracked eyeballs of the soon to be deceased. The feet of
man will no longer interpret the ground's arrays of
simultaneous biotic emissions. The ashes will garnish the
soil in innocuous synchronization.
