Nameless Scriptures

The heavens wept black, torn asunder. Thirteen thorns pierced the veil. Ash fell like stones, stealing both teeth and tongue alike. Behold the wheel, not bound by iron nor threaded by bone. Four heads rise, heralds of the blackened sun. The first, crowned in venom and bathed in fire. The second, exhaling miasma that drowns the heavens. The third, eyeless yet ever-seeing. The fourth, draped in brass and bone. And in Galgenbeck, where the ash fell the heaviest, the wheel ground existence into ancient stone under the weight of the truth. Maggots crawling through the ruins causing fractures in the flesh of thought. Galgenbeck drowned in ash, choking on the marrow of the firmament itself. And in Galgenbeck, where the ash fell the heaviest, the wheel ground existence into ancient stone under the weight of the truth. Voices of the damned then called out a hymn of undoing, And the heads turned inward, devouring themselves. The wheel spun, until the blood turned to black stone.The language of rot and rust becomes prophecy.