primitive minds entrapped in a mortal shell, exiles. psyhopatic monuments, selfdestructively inclined - vivid kind.
we share the sanctuary of no escape. too pretty place for postintelligent defeat laboratory.
prisoners guarded br transplanetary typhoons by lethal climate.
separated with a distance of eternity from the feeding heart.
but few feel something what the others cannot experience we, the children of the lesser race.
few can see the signs unable to understand yet. we, who head in her embraces through our dreams.
we await of what others shiver the ones of no redemption. we await the day when death will cover our crippled embodiments with the shroud of eternal sleep, and bring us over the threshold of the mother's house.
forever, immaterial shelter where the feeding breast awaits. the dearest atom heart beating which echoes: