The mutations, still fatal My third eye is bleeding profusely The future, a grim construct My fingertips piqued by its sludge A bleak vision, the end No cliche, longing for distance So vicious, devouring Nihilistic spawn of lifeless dreams Blackness engulfs this soon void earth Limitations of this celestial body Torn into halves, my mind fragmented Damned limitations of this terrestrial body Neither cross, nor amassed knowledge Saved, foretold, prepared Philosophy, morality, all void A blot of ink soon erased All flawed, the end will soon transpire Eyes shut, yet wide awake A miasma of things to come Nameless, shameless, an entity so endless Voracious and amorphous All will become Destroyer of worlds, we haven't been the first An endless hunger plagues Our blackened sky The bane of existence Shattering its futility Forever without face and shape Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image For He is not jealous, yet impossible I plead guilty of humanity And look forward to my sentence Extinguished, all stars The sight induces void in us A bleak vision, the end No cliche, longing for distance So vicious, devouring Nihilistic spawn of lifeless dreams Towering, above it all Certainty, all ceases Shapeless, in all its glory Misery, all ceases Eyes shut, yet wide awake A miasma of things to come