The Singe

The  Singe  -  Abiotic

Human  beings  are  disgusting  creatures.By  the  apex  of  alien  hills,  sacred  abodes  sought  to  emanate  newly  shaped  paradigms.  A  relentless  reign  prematurely  assisted  the  interruption  of  symbiosis  amongst  cohorts  and  foreigners.The  guillotines  were  marshaled,  disposed  to  decapitate  virgins  that  desired  to  copulate  unholingly.Their  blades  were  whetted  as  if  to  sever  all  burgeoning  thistles  once  known,  much  like  the  earliest  of  misguided  attempts  to  hinder  the  spring  indefinitely.  In  this  kingdom,  judgment  was  sheathed  by  the  ignorance  of  a  wicked  people.The  ones  empowered  by  gods  could  not  have  been  seen  as  the  culprits.  In  this  land,  the  fiends  were  not  supernatural,  but  mortal  architects  knew  well  to  manipulate  and  incriminate  the  abstract.There  were  no  quarters  for  selflessness  in  this  new  world.  Now  watch  as  all  the  surfaces  are  scorched.This  is  not  the  apocalypse  your  prophets  admonished  you  of.The  branches  wail  as  the  flamboyant  terebinths  acquiesce  to  fiery  torture.  In  this  hellish  realm,  affliction  is  replicated  through  the  cracked  eyeballs  of  the  soon  to  be  deceased.  The  feet  of  man  will  no  longer  interpret  the  ground's  arrays  of  simultaneous  biotic  emissions.  The  ashes  will  garnish  the  soil  in  innocuous  synchronization.