User:Collettofava

screaming bells reverberate the thrones posture; a revolving cry for limitless lifeblood, black tears; it rains sorrow eccentricity, succumb to perfection.

a blithesome interstice ripples the rain lattices; opposition of throne blessings; zion obliteration

an unstable haze settles, soothing voices reverberate and so do sounds of war, endlessly droning and singing its song of reversed crystals, succumb to perfection.

endlessly tall bleak cliff faces, or fjords reaching to the void, echo a story of a world long past; staring into the pure nothing leaves one pensive for the rest of their life, wondering what it is they might have missed.

these monsters of ambition that break through our preconceived image of time and its endless momentum may as well be gods of themselves, and of us, coming out of the depths of our minds as demons.

assortments of pink flowers; an echo of life itself screaming as frayed strings. humans would hide behind their words; a soft whimper conjured from what they see around them. life does not care for superiority, but humanity does. life sings it's sweet song, over, and over.

and so, the drums of humankind's pride dies out after some time.