the prelude to bereavement

it came from the magellanic cloud

taking hosts

breaking bones into new forms

not death but something more

he swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame

taking hosts

breaking bones into new forms

not death but something more

when the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole

when the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll

the brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking ecumene to the ground

eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision

each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire

we can keep this secret from you no more

the time has come for us to defend our stars

our branch of the orion arm

and all other life that exists among us

rise

my prometheans!

it is time for us to wage war!

let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood

relish in the miasma

their rotting stench

and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire

for if we face defeat

this will just be the prelude of our bereavement