Upon them mighty spires of chaos,

Amidst the vortex of time,

Behold the blackest orb of uncreation,

For the great harvest is acoming,

None shall be able to endure !

Procreation of ages unborn,

Foreseen from times untold,

Scattered mortal incinerated remains,

Sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle.

.... and spokes dissipate into oblivion ! ...

Reap ... despair,

Reap ... deterioration,

Reap ... death.

Last entry into the chronicles of chaos,

Scribbled with immense decay,

Followed by eternal, glorified peace !

Glorified unit of human life,

Light up in the fiery great void's shine !!!

...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !...

"human sibling, reap what you have sown!"

Reap ... despair,

Reap ... deterioration,

Reap ... death.