Liquid body we can not drain.
This infinite lake of old.
Submersion, utter terror, void direction.
Blood red water every eight days. Ground is formed of the frozen beryllium.
Cut the feet of all those who run like knife blades.
Gut wrenching sound but no life found.
Every atom collides.
Dancing until the end of man.
Every mind that is touched will fall into the waters of old.
The drowning aural phenomena.
It must be enclosed and secured from the populace.
Classify it's name, contained to be erased. Not a soul will ever know.
It rains for eighteen days. Now smashing constraints to dust.
The formless force over the ground.
Over the ground. It's soon to eat the world.
While we shudder alone in these wet corners.
Gripping our sons tight.
The earth will sink into the black lake.
Into the liquid embrace.