I watched the sun forget to rise. Not with fear but with wonder. The bells rang… backwards. In the chapel of ash, the sky cracked first. Then came the sea, crawling through the dirt. We sang with mouths that bled no sound while statues wept and cities drowned. Let the skies come down! Let the choir catch fire! Let the wolves wear crowns and the saints expire! No gods - just drums, no light - just flame, We dance in the ruins and forget our names! ... The fiddlers played as the towers fell, and mothers laughed in the mouth of hell. No more time. No more thread. We stitched the heavens with the hands of the dead. There was no last prayer. No farewell kiss. Just a wind that forgot who we were. We built altars from broken clocks, and waited as nothing arrived. Let the skies come down! Let the organs scream! Let angels choke on broken dreams! No kings - just flame, no truth - just sound… We sang as the world burned underground. a single note like the breath of something starting again.
