"Organs crawl like aphids upon the immobile motor of becoming" Like serpentine constrictive worms Inside the pustular wounds of man Nonsensical iron canals billowing into crimson flame Gesticulating despair with the broken hands of disrepair Regurgitate, purge oneself in endemic sickness With death at the helm pulling the cursed reigns of man Insinuate sorrow All-consuming mechanism cursed by design The bitter taste of regret permeating the swelling cosmic abyss Marking the sinister downward slope into the starving void Standing in the shadow of a blind sleeping god A sacrificial offering to serve Crawling chaos swelling in abysmal chasms A sinister requisition Purging organic waste "Nothing human makes it out of the near-future" Swallowed by the cold black sun Dysgeusia, the taste of obsolete becoming Unravelling, dreaming destruction Sleeping chaos Inarticulate counterfeit beings Zeroed at the core Caught in bitter reflux Ejaculating smoke Regurgitating lifeforce Swallowed by the cold black sun A sacrificial offering to serve the dark