Sing, oh children, to the maw— Where light is swallowed raw. The edge of time, the breach of form, Where gravity becomes a storm. No shape, no sound, no final breath, Just mass compressed to holy death. A god with teeth of fractured law, The singularity we kneel before. This is the psalm of the end of light, The hymn of stars crushed out of sight. A prayer to the god that never speaks, But pulls your soul through spacetime's leaks. No mercy. No sin. No grace. Just fall. Singularity knows... and ends it all. Event horizon, final gate— Beyond it, self disintegrates. Time distorts, then rips in two, And space becomes a noose for you. Infinity wears black as skin, A cloak of dark where gods begin. Your atoms stretched, your essence torn— Yet still you sing, though never born. O Black Redeemer… pull me near! Collapse the flesh, erase the fear! No beginning, no beyond— Only you, eternal bond! This is the psalm, the cosmic scream, The end of self, the shattered dream. Where angels fall and demons flee, And all that’s left is singularity. No truth survives, no echo stays— Just one dark god that eats the days. Fall inward… Sing no more… You are the silence… The nothing… The core.
