In Cosmic Installation

I wake up from the center of chaos there that i born into a dark formula. A mass of hate and agony around my substance like the soul of a human pattern... I feel the heartbeats of precent and past the silence, the spasm of the stars. A tunnel of death in my hand. This is the end... Time like a vein of flaming paths (All) in a cage of universe. In the edge, in a bridge of a strange dimension. I hear, i smell the cosmic radiation. The duality of time like a pathetic body, a cold machine. A strange hole that centralize all the energy, to infinity. My damned origin of the species an obscure cocoon of negative breeze. Imbalance between the nine plus one planets and the sundeath, a fake demigod. The meaning of life so unconceivable and unknow, a road of numbers. A stereotype of human religion a dangerous disease... Doom, the nadir of flesh in the circle of death. Installed an confused Oblivion... Obscure... Subterranean Dreams Complicated beliets. In the dawn of an age the beginning of haze.