circadian apocalypse rhythm n+1

a quest abandoned
wandering across plains of
ashsandsnow
omens of indeterminacy ignored
the lift man offers one last 
chance
the sacred venue entered
o glorious sounds
o brilliant lights
o exalted liquids and solids
o pportunities
from a state of organic dissolution
 
 
to one of sublimed deathly radiance
the band
thrashing rage
bashing smashing crashing
frying annihilating you
a wall of sonic sound
energy screams magic and dreams



and now
inthe midnitehour
hearthe music makeadip
heylittle sister whosyour
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twilight of the idols
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life would be a mistake