Fister - Star Swallower

No Men have led us here
No Man can fathom this
forgotten are the omens
No Life no memories
No Men have led us here
cold thrones abandoned
cryonic landscapes unfold and collapse
frozen Kings twisting into broken galaxies
forgotten are the dystopian heavens
time has no purpose
no stars BURN HERE
WHERE SILENT GODS MASTURBATE TO THE
ANGELIC SOUNDS OF DYING SOLAR SYSTEMS
EXPANDING WEAKENED FLESH A MASSIVE
WHIRLPOOL OF GORE EJACULATING ITSELF
AIMLESSLY THROUGH SPACE
the fabric has shattered
under the weight of its own pointlessness
only to reveal a darker emptiness
a truer reality that will be known by no human
flattening forevers
stretching out the colorless dimensions
voiceless perfection
detached from emotion
unaware of the disruption in its flawless undoing