Tortured Vocation-In Dread Response

The dark and restless mills procreate Cauldrons manufacture latent chemiclouds, in the doldrums To create a noxious membrane, for the leaden athmosphere to swell A veil of ashen wings obscures the ghost of the sun At the hand of malediction Forged by hosts, intent on extinction... The battledrum of oiltanks resounds through armouries In secluded depths of a stagnating sea A tortured vacation Through corroded framework Staring through spiderwebs of napalm aflame Scarab munitions in felled pylon forests Clambering beneath the rootwork of bane, Venomous hosts parade, in conflagration Below the septic stratosphere, That chokes the dead starless sky... Mercurion termites erupt from chromesoil Ravaging a land in plague From the infertile dungeons to the wasteland above scavenging the wold endlessly Acerbic aphids rain upon the scorched city (We are the) mis-shapen miscreants collapsed At the Great Altar Of Decay... A cavernous haunt, dried up as the lakes As ionization towers stir the clouds With fervent wings of corrosive fate A hail of digital sparks, racing through blinding passageways Upon the winds of incendiarism, rideth a carriage of abrasive pains