A composition of spiraling linguistics and haunting depictions.

On this night the breeze chilled the cobblestones. Nooses hung from tree branches and swung restlessly. To and fro they swung, as though directed by a source unbeknownst to the observers. The eyes of shaken animals scampered across the fields as violins screamed from the skies. The lavishly deep blue surrender of profound tones stretched across the heavens and birds nested in the highest of branches, cowering in a fear that gripped the terrain and strangled the temperament. The orchestra above the celestial encasement of our world overfilled the atmosphere with such profane pronouncement that the earth shuddered with the trembling forfeit of strength.

Diving through the galaxy the raging instruments composed a work of hostile resilience as the waters and continents soared and spun through the stars and eclipses and nebulas of divine capacity. Climaxing cymbals and tearing French horns swelled to such volumes the degree fumed with the burning blue of the flames base. Oxygen could not claim reside in the congestion of sound, and evaporated into the infinite. Water poured from the planets seas and great oceans dispensed contents into the space of our arresting universe. Thrown and smashed and nullified the melody persisted- melting the credits and authors of our nations and burying the mountains and structural bodies.

Day was murdered and night was exhausted by the persistence of soundless composition, made inaudible by the mammoth velocity of its coarse and ear shattering degree. Launched off the coarse of natural implement the earth assessed a tragic avenue and derived caustic aspirations which fueled its grave direction.

Wrapping its layers of airless identity about the noose of the highest tree, whose body shot through the skies like the resilient fist of god, our earth hung itself, dedicating its prior prevail to the undying vengeance of a sleepless existence and a rage nourished by innumerable years seething and inferior. Fury pulled that noose tight and gravity dragged this earth down and flames nipped and gnawed at its base, drawing gushing red from the blistering mantel. The incarceration of our divine encompassment was obliterated and nothingness swallowed the infinite.

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