Immeasurable bats in screaming soliloquy in the flowering heat of withered solemnity. In humanity's hope, the thundering zero bewildering bloated the size of the hero.
Ancient suns out cracking the earth for branded new dogs, wretched by birth. If there's no room on land, move back to the sea which shall be pumped out arteries of greed. Pray for the dawn, as if Sol will rise crossed off the earth by closing their eyes