The Conflagration Of Shangri-la

Destination,atrocities so absurd,asphyxiation,we've become what we set out to destroy,a spiraling repetition into nihility,behold, gluttonous,we wouldn't exist without you,cupidity, my lust escapes me,ejaculating the thought of birth-this axis, this breath,one in a million,doomed to reproduced, an itch,in the throat of Lucine,as we say our goodbyes [to this purgatory],this monstrosity, decimation achieved-take thy communion, and run with it,where freedom is just another breath,for here we are in bondage,there is not escape from the wicked-Forever, shall we rot.