A dismal universal hiss; the sound of public scorn

The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields

This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder

A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld into a realm of frames



With a bloodstorm fading into the distance

Floating without directions over this smoldering landscape

Caught in a moment of transformation

These shades of anatomic malignant nature

Approached one another in unpleasant ways

Frozen in the act of speech; desperate to express its state

The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure



This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep

Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps

With rage against mankind; to annihilate the earth and worse

It spills the blood like rain; the beauty of death it represents



Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile

Genes would still blindly carry on smoldering ember of hell

Limned with gold leaf; the scarlet brush

That sweeps all traces of time, place, and pattern



Total death in every nation

Monuments of vanquished civilization

Just as brilliantly removed; ruthlessly eliminated

The cornerstone of human emotions has now been drained away