Still alive all knowing eye beneath your stream of words your rapid stream of words Though none will ever live to share the radiant stream the promised hues from which your picture fell
Re-seal the components from atom hearts Revert, non-owner of worlds
As uncommunication becomes the manifest our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse
Death rode these silent caravans and steered them to the ?(o/a)?im of the world.
Their diaries and withered letters all devoted to the art of dying
The enterprise, academy the crafts held in our hands all devoted to the art of dying
No room to arrange the final row of masks drenched in chameleon-ink for the grand charade The tongues that burn in you the slowly altered language that colonised your heartland advanced through broken doors
And they still believe in you
They seem to see so many things booked in your pestilent eye Your stale lids, your iris punctured by tongues licking a lie
The enterprise, wolvenlore the cursed seed of man plunged through the tunnels of uncreation We reach out to move the landmark, hands seeping down from the chronicles of time The quill now blunt the scribe devoured