The Singe Testo

Testo 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