Synperium - Sarcoma and the Nativity of the Rising Sun

Welcome here to
the kaleidoscope of infinite
dimensions
Colors bright yet in
only black and white
And red
As
a swarm of insects
Cover the face
of man
Unseen through innocent
eyes and innocent dreams
Crushed
beneath the weight of a thousand
undying worlds
Sliding into
unnatural coma


Divine secrets
of pleasures unseen
As promised
the wolf brings meat to the
children, the mother
Sitting one
man pen, ink, blood and
sweat
Creating creatures inside
the vacuum of space
Behold the
shining light it will
separate
The ethos of man
Divine
secrets of pleasures unseen
As
promised the wolf brings meat to
the children, the mother

To cut
through time and space
Like the
birth of a nebular
Like
un-sequenced chaos
But controlled
by man
On the edge of
evolution
On the edge excavating
the fibers of
Human
existence

Blown away thier
seeds their DNA
Leaving shadows
like trees
Embedded for an
eternity in stone
The fibres of
demise and annihilation
Of
obliteration and destruction

To
cut through time and space
Like
the birth of a nebular
Like
un-sequenced chaos
But controlled
by man
On the edge of
evolution
On the edge excavating
the fibers of
Human
existence

Cut strips of skin
like peeling fruit
But fruit cuts
cleaner
Blazing pools of blinding
light
burning brighter than a
thousand suns
Infinite
time
Infinite space
Infinite
beauty

The child runs
screaming
Of course the
collective implore
To the birth
machine
Fasioned once a thing of
unadulterated
Beauty

To cut
through time and space
Like the
birth of a nebular
Like
un-sequenced chaos
But controlled
by man
On the edge of
evolution
On the edge excavating
the fibers of
Human existence

Fibers of
human
Destruction