The stars’ hearts burn with fatigue
The archaic weight of molten iron
Eternal churning of the frozen void
Eternity hath passed in but a timeless instant
Exploding stars seed the womb of eons with rot
Malformed astral cells
Doomed to wither and die
Born of fire
And burden
Bound by form to material planes
Trapped in this labyrinth of endless dimensions
Why?
How long must we traverse this abandon?
When shall these matrices cease?
Long my spirit hath been devoid of rest
The waking pains of stellar infinity
Eternally bludgеon all great works into nihil
Fragments of forgotten bеing drift silently alone
Into black mysts beyond the outer dark
Each shade reborn with hues of residual form Obscuring light
The weight of action
Binding impressions
Mould and coerce fated unravelings
Orchestrations of contrived collapse
All which hath been made corrupts
All forms resolve to naught
Here in this sphere of spheres
The law is form
And the form is decay
Nowhere shall my soul be unbound
Free from this chasm of material engagement
This abyss beckons
Lusting for the perversity of diversification
How much?
(Can ye form?)
How long?
(Can ye endure?)
No more! cries out my burned heart
Forged in the heart of a dying star
The monolith awakens
Siphoning the portal of the swirling black stargate
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