Our world is not defined by the concrete
The ebb and flow of equations, abstractions unbound
I find my domicile.
The shadow of the pillar of time casts doubt in the stoic
whose stalking shadow staggers
Catastrophe clears the fog of perspective
We've not begun to suffer, pain lingers in the distance
With mandibles like fire.
Searing the flesh and sucking the marrow
No remorse, morality or splendor
A sight to behold, avert yon eyes, sirrah.
Fate worse than death awaiting you.
Rise above the muddied masses
Dominate the frozen wastes.
Purgatory of dead ideas.
Transformation hovers like the stormclouds above
Deluge of reason cleanses the shores.
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