experimental aethereal extreme cacophony.
From the layers of angelic aether, intermeshed with bitumen and tar, draped over corroded metal, sprouting cast iron antlers of caustic flourescence, through the woven intermittent melodies of desperation, eager to breach a surface of silkened treacle wax, to dominate the soiled oscillations of memorial's echo, a rope of gilded twine fraying bloodied and black into filligree hessian, reaching haphazard for coincidence and misdirected hope, erupts into visceral flame of torturous malice, ascending choirs of funeral pyres, the march and the beat drowns the last and the lost, and the madrigals glad-faced, pompous and obscene, dance in their finery unaware that they candidly deploy tunes to mock the feverish, all the while unknowing, it's their end that they are commemorating. The binds shall become them. The Master shall reclaim all that he has spun.
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