Splitter

A single peak of graven gold Crowns a plane of acid white Tapestry through which I've bled Hateful beauty ever flows Deep inside the core of suns... Nothing but plasmatic mass So too we find it in the heart Of what we call the might of God A single point of graven light In the morphing wailing dawn I'll be the one to put it out Ending the stars emission Playing at omnipotence You were simply well-maintained I took with me but one belief... That even gods experiеnce pain From this high horse I will fly forth Opposer, I shall Walk along my chosеn course A single soul that lies ahead You who hoards our Gaia's wealth I see the lines upon your face Can you truly claim to outrun death? Come to me

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026