As withered scythes dancing, carved in rust of a new millennia, as a derelict of dying flesh adorned with death ecstasy. Effigy, bittersweet and unknown. Pillars of venomous tongues, profusely out of reach, yet truly aligned. The Pillars of Hate, of the solemn silence, of Damnation. The Pillars of Hate Undivided beyond the fragility of the new millennia, the new risen throne that marks my skin as a sinister cinder. Sinister cinder