An infinitesimal movement, which withdraws in the cyclone of the infinite vortex swirling, it is chaos, it is order, Baal the magnificent points into the darkener, Ash falls from the ancient aeries of the astounding winged beasts circling maleficent and evolution has changed them into things far removed, and ages upon ages, of nothing,
A p=shere a saucer, a flying silver disk embedded in rock, a cylindrical silver disk, coagulates into the void, like a traurig himmel.
Ich kannst arbieten sprechen die morgen, kanst du sprechen oft sie morgen, brighten, the morning, always the night the nicht, and the windpipes wailing of the infinite wilderness, I.
I found here the insigificant truth, which is the wildest lie,
Opehlia tears are the rhythms of the musicality, of belated confidence, at the turn of the of the greates viciousness, the centre of the underlying, the spectre of the unwilling, the sabre of the vacuous, the greateness of the infallible, the astounding diversity of the perpendicular. Prevails over the under mentions the yule-tide seminar about Nothing.
Behind the lie, is the truth, is the uncertainity, the mixed feelings about everything, the doubt, the hope, the fear, we hope for nothing, except a certainity of knowledge,
We can never ask how is the weather?
We can never see the blue sky and yellow sun, and the rippling sea, and the green and brown grass of the all the stinking herbs rotting at the side of the river, shiver with the cold of the emptiness, and this is the fate of those deemed usesless, Tantamount,
I, eye, you know me best, and the bagpipes wail of the emptiness,
The blue sea, and the freezing valleys, with mist and rain every day from the astounding imposing sky, the rambunctious ocean, and the coldest freshest fire water in the world