from the cracks of a rotten worldin the shades of its decay
a bloom we hoped for years to come is slowly spreading
we watched them live in blindnesswe waited for the daywhen we could take revenge for all the things they made us do
we burn brighter than a thousand sunsact under the idea of onerise from the ashes of a decadent age
i read in your intestines how the future will unfoldat nighttime when the moon is in the seventh houseand jupiter aligns with mars