Phosphene flares from space Sidereal alert me, God is coming near
Spurned and burned And turned from the One for whom you yearn
Iniquity, a Hot wind, your eyes blur with tears, Your home invaded.
Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
Trapped within this shell, Enduring aeons, until Life itself does cease.
My everyday life, Descending minor thirds, chime On ominously