Here at the precipice of time’s end a lonely God comes forth. A lonely stand above his mindless drones. He is now a witness to his creation as it crumbles. He is vulnerable. Holy stones erode.
Self made Gods fall below.
Worms will feed on their flesh and bones.
Sacred books burn, ashes left.
Tides move in, Holy stones erode.
Holy stones erode... Worms will feed on their flesh and bones...
released February 11, 2013
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