G.3

Emotionless dark black room, depictions of a stark flat tomb, deathwish star light shooting star falls flight.. Descending arch called life, thats why we wish upon a fallen sprite, draw your breath and let hope gravitate into the night.. Murmurs of a reaper, invisible hand he goes and seek the, illest at will, departures mourn the preacher.. Times offset, the gilded shrines upset, the force of nature carries weight of severed vines who bled.. Tears drop from the heavens to wash away the dread.. Crystal clear calamity, whistle my dear unto the blasphemy, tune out the mindless insanity, and purge it back to the depths of no reality.. Carbon copy smashing atoms harkens back to snacking Adam.. Infuse your wit, the dawn looms a bit, whatever whichever, recreate your whether is it.. Did you not or are you, will it stop or how are you..