Outrunning Armageddon
 

the dyad of sight and visibility is a threadbare ideal,
and at the end, this apparatus is only set to self destruct.

numbering itself in multiples of four and eleven,
it walks down an alley of dessicated human flesh,
head raised high in a waltz of blood and gasoline.

"lucia de gloria! lucia de Dio!" scream they who walk with severed limbs,
seeking the light of God from the bottom of the cracks of the pavement.

"welcome home" says a dismembered man, mangled beyond recognition,
with only a badge of honor on his chest as a reminder of what he was.

"a warm welcome indeed" answers the apparatus,
spreading embraces filled with bittersweet compassion.

"call me armageddon, the end is near"

Ooooh, that sounds painful.

This sound more cinematic than lyrical. I'm guessing this is death or alt. metal (I wish more people would name their genre). Sort of reminds me of Hellraiser. Nice visuals but I'm wondering what the numbers signify.