Thralldom

Diminshing daylight

Thralldom
Eyes taking in images of warp speed corrosion
Nausea paints the picture in the sensory organs
Folding vortex inside the falling corpse
You can't sell your flesh now
There is no more technology
When the sun goes down
The code is upon our intestines
Flashing electrocution in the nerves
Seeking the white light fallout shelter
With the blue flames on the horizon
It is but the first victory for the last day has gone
Into slumber
And the black sunshall burn
All the leeches of Christ
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