Harvesting heroes from an alluvial plane of flooding horrors, Noah in a row boat with his wife and one rabbit. This world is hell’s foreplay. Extinct, I haunt the museums of old. Man has forgotten his speech and yells pitifully at the sun who cooks him in cancer. Nothing good survives Destiny with a laser gun. In empty museums, human history is recited to the disdainful dust.
Miniature Moon 