Watching From Shelter II

 Lost transmission...

     Orbital chaos of dead miracles provoking angels to dare the isolated distance from ever after unto earth via the nebulas of eternal twilight, The Forever witnessed excuses their sad hatred of injustice travel through the dark terror crystal on a universal vortex motion sickness parade, It's times like this abomination gone live before our lingering denial inner eye that inhumanity must detached to bare history an observer state of reclusive affection for an epidermis not our selfless pride esteemed owned by debt shell containing the ghost contrived to care... Alas compassion is long yet lost and dead...

Future's Formless Belly,