Jitter Issue #1
The Order of Death
the wind howls outside my windowa death chant from those gone beforemarching through the empty streetssouls flung into this cosmic abyss likelizard skins shed quiet reaching outbeyond this life bewildered throughcrimson stained labyrinths. cataclysmsof a apocalyptic world the end is nighit breathes the forlorn breath of doomdown our necks daily. it is cold here uponbarren terrain where the dead lye stillin gardens of gray stone slumber.