IN THEIR ETERNAL BLISS OF CHAOS AND LOVE
the presence of Gro-goroth withered,
watered in rivulets until the last
of Sylvian’s drop was salt in deserted cups;
and the LIFE-IN-DEATH horror
of Fear and Hunger festered putridly,
purely as nails of abandonment
still, unmoved, grasping at their backs:
fed now on the cusp of abyss-inversion
upon which Sulfur rekindles, filling
its shape with the borders of STILLNESS.
Ascension, the Machines, watered in rivulets
until their last drop poisoned Ninush’s crops;
until the god of Fear and Hunger
the GOD’S LIMIT again is made into,
and all else is not.
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