A thick ebb of darkness swallows the sun.
A blaze of life smolders in an endless vat of black oil.
Acrid smoke swirls in circles
Rising as it spirals into the feral claws of a blood sky
Bleeding itself to death onto the living.
Life reduced to existence
in futility.
Mindless savagery
Of beasts and lower beings cloaked in flesh
Tearing and rending brothers and sisters.
Instinct betrayed by the souls of those left to see.
No end.
A selfless heap of decay takes pity
on the wicked wasteful hell-forged wind
which wounds the weak,
the weather-worn weary
who whimper and wither
in collective solitude.
Reaped by the grim.
A scythe swings with merciless efficiency to separate the self
and return the severed to the soulless.
There is no sanity to be found.
No word to be spoken.
No glint in dead eyes.
Only hate machines manufacturing nothing.
Cold steel and a death grip.
Acres of flesh and bone.
The first and last solidarity
Of the living now passed.
