Dissolution

 
execution of thought must like a scalpel be precise
inflicted glory a painful topic
morbid infliction surrounding the metaphoric infection
I can see it so clearly so I take my knife and stab
but the soul festering goes so deep it can't be healed

so it must be bloodlet

draining of the hateful energy until the momentum of the infection stops

the dark was here first
one of the first elements of life was sulfur

time initiated
the void yawn
and gave birth to a dark Mistress

time raped her
and a Sun was born
she loved her child dearly
she nursed him in a beautiful dark kingdom
created of her makeup

there was a protective code lock on the nursery door
He was still out there somewhere
one night while the mother slept
her child heard drumming outside his nursery
curious and bored with his fairy chess board and other dark fascinations
he picked her lock and stepped outside
his wicked Father was there

so taken with his dad the young teen left his mother far behind
he created soldiers to guard his fortress in the void
a place of light of just men

he knew she was out there searching for her lad
the men were nothing but bots essentially
I mean they had minds of their own
but he kept caps on their brains
and a keen eye on their thoughts
at any given point he would clamp down on their minds
and take over, like overdrive
they guard against the great unknown threat night and day

while he scoured the heavens for the woman
eventually, her wailing gave away her location
he put a chain on her

a special chain she could no longer swim space or shapeshift
time won that battle