Fallen through endless corridors
Until finally black turned to white.
Descended aeons after aeons
Night to the end of all life cycles.
Memorials of reflective times.
Creatures manipulating prophetic signs.
A scythe for the final harvest!
All around seems almost sear
Within this insane chaosphere.
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"Insane Chaosphere" as written by Sascha Ehrich Ingo Maier
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