Architecture of a Genocidal Nature

A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn. The brush that sweeps, across the spectral fields. This landscape is not, without a sense of epic wonder. A vast scale that places this sprawling, underworld into a realm of frames. With a blood storm fading into the distance. Floating without directions, over this smouldering landscape. Caught in a moment of transformation. These shades of anatomic malignant nature, approached on another in an unpleasant way. Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state. Created in a shape to accommodate, a wide variety of demonic forms. The realm of the benighted, aristocracy of evil most pure. This is where wounds of deadly hate, have pierced so deep. Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps. It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse. It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents. Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile. Genes would still blindly, carry on smouldering ember of Hell. Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush, that sweep all traces of time, place and pattern. A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn. The brush that sweeps, across the spectral fields. This landscape is not, without a sense of epic wonder. A vast scale that places this sprawling, underworld into a realm of frames. With a blood storm fading into the distance. Floating without directions, over this smouldering landscape. Caught in a moment of transformation. These shades of anatomic malignant nature, approached on another in an unpleasant way. Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state. Total death in every nation, monuments of vanquished civilization. Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly, eliminated. The cornerstone of human emotions, has now been drained away. I saw death of a most uncommon nature.