THE BEAST

Emerge. From within the light of a cosmic starburst. Behold. The fabric of time and space course the veins of the executioner. Eternal lord everlasting, within the void he's all knowing. In this place he is all that he can be. There is but one purpose for the celestial king. Purify the heavens. There is no pity, no guilt from annihilation. Such things are not real. Love? Hate? Pure rage? No. Just truth. Ability to sense organic matter from a galaxy away. Plasma heralds scan the skies at light speed pace. Some shooting stars aren't what they seem. Oblivious to this fatal discovery... Exposed, without knowing, blind to approaching doom. Foretold, the was no story, no origin of the executioner. Eternal lord everlasting, within the void he's all knowing. In this place he is all that he can be. There is but one purpose for the celestial king. Purify the heavens. There is no pity, no guilt from annihilation. Such things are not real. Love? Hate? Pure rage? No. Just truth. A silhouette in the sky with dark auras emanating. Mass hysteria begins to spread. Some stand in awe as the clouds glow red and the wind becomes a scream. Others hold their hands to him, fall to their knees. Dark sorcerer, dimensions in hand. Welcome a god, but just for a glance. Salvation crumbles in the presence. When destruction ends and silent holds, construct the Ohm Cairn Monument. Consuming. Leach out. Another system soured. Passed the boundary, tone horizon. Vain and evil. Poisoned by the sound. Tone of the black hole. Upon his throne, shadows for companions. A day of death. The Ohm Cairn remains. Tone of the black hole. Ohm Cairn.