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Today I saw a moth commit suicide while trying to wash off phantom arterial blood.

It just stumbled right into the drain pipe as I ran scalding rusty black tap water

I imagined it going down, if he would make it into the sewer...

Albino wings probe haunted filth, claustrophobic purgatory, churning perastalsis steel...

....Wings burning off in stomach acid rivers.

Subterranean expanse, abattoir world, populated by blasphemous things always stare, always stare.

The swollen ghetto outside gloams, a weeping sore, fog erases all visibility, drowning rapefuck, drowning gunshots.

Junky dirt green opiate mist death stench...

...Suffocates boarded up tenements,

You can fill your lungs heavy with no smell of fatality, crushing lungs like fishermens corpses sinking into deep sea trenches

Children laugh to death on sacrificial corners. Televisions broadcast night terror static across starless moonless emet aurora canopies

Rape paradise, Blessed Mother of Flayed Skin, eating sullen skyscrapers with veins like undying vines, dancing on horizons of yellowed bone

I might as well be watching the ice crack around me, tarmac arctic ocean, a mutated spiders web, leading to forever and ever

Tonight the Moth God lays eggs under purulent skin, -

Melting men to screaming bones, with its falling dust

Klaxons drone on decaying madness barely distant

At the realization that nothing will ever change for our doomed race

We will leave rusting monuments of our failure as lumbering giants of the past before us

Those who take our place, will point up at these skeletal monoliths to their offspring laughing, telling cautionary tales that will scar the poor kids mind forever

Will haunt galloping lonely nightmares generations to come

Crying and shaking under cover, pleading to what ever creator...

We won't end up like them. We won't end up like them. We won't end up like them. We won't end up like them. We won't end up like them.

We promise. We promise. We promise. We promise. We promise.