Chestburst

Stage Two: completed. A Cycle of gestation, the one immensely cruel. Merciless nature will not gauge my eyes, nor will yours. You won't hear another sound, ascends the Drone. The supreme soldier unrestrained by death. May this be my last will of fire. My testament is carved in human flesh, dissolving. Testament in flesh. Stage Three is sequencing All Hail the Queen of Acheron. Am I worthy to carry you? Am I the beacon of the world's end. Drown the world! The call of lust, the ultimate lie burst. Ubiquitous adrenaline rush through its acid blood. The call of lust, the purest will to burn. The last archangel: messenger of death All Hail the Queen of Acheron. Stage Three: Completed. Killing the promise of new life. Committing my blood to the void. No silence, no rest, just tormented echo of the death march beating my bones. Queen of Acheron. All Hail the Queen of Acheron, ALL HAIL!

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025