in the twilight of a night you thought would never arrive the sound of trumpets swirled around the first sparkle of the evening stars and you fell to your knees
it could never sound the same as before when the drums filled your senses and drew you to an altar built on the dust of another universe long ago dead
this was the warning given to you by a madman who slipped into your conscience from a dream that a sleeping genius had one drunken night when he conceived a destroyer of worlds
absence is a worthless messenger and a poor excuse for time that trickles out of the swirling cosmos of a world yet born in reckless abandon of your fantasies gone rogue
now you struggle to rise and greet the mist of your own mortality that creeps into your burning lungs
this is the decadence of your request and it will burn you in the flames of the pursuit of a poison you could never taste
too late to turn away
too late to turn away
memorized and hypnotized by the passion of this quest you will die in a climax of desire that will haunt worlds until the end of time
too late to turn away
too late to turn away
the seed now planted deep in the womb of imagination as you feel the blood of sacrifice rush from the cave mystery you defiled on a whim
the ghost of vacancy will exact punishment for the crime and all creatures great and small will wither and die in the sunrise of your execution
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