Talkin' 'bout the Horror

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: Extinction :

Nada-dada, the one final absence that is not presence, the net unwoven, the cycle permanently unspun. It's the terror of a one-way world, of riding time's arrow all the way and finding yourself out of time, out of answers, out of questions even.

This is the monster in the closet, this is what's back of the terror of the night, the meaning of that nasty word we wake screaming so the Ancestor can't breathe it to us when he catches us in the dreaming wood.

So it's one more time that we sing, get back do it again, bring it on home. Earnestly we beseech the Lord but keep those engineers funded just in case, watching all the time the power curve, the permanent cycle, praying constantly Please Continue...