Oh humans, trapped in meritless reveries,
Assemble, assemble.
Of disheveled hair, of filthy seams,
Assemble, assemble.

Behold the mine railway-overspread with rusty carts.
No need for gasoline, no need for ignition.
Your sweat, fright, and palpitating hearts,
Will be the ravenous cart's fuel and nutrition.

Fumble in now, you staggering fools, stumble in.
Overwrought by nystagmus and vertigo so soon?
Grasp the serrated edge and don't mind the shredding skin.
The journey starts once the tracks are strewn-

By your trickling blood, inducing a metallic stench.
Now the vigorous carts rampage over the slick tracks.
With trepidation, the acid heads recoil and blench.

Berserk wheels clash against steel, darkness flaring with buzzing sparks.
Warped in pandemonium and distortion so soon?
Grip harder and don't mind the flying flesh, rather listen to our delighted remarks.

You're spiraling through a sombre abyss without an end.  
A ferocious atrocity you say?
This rusty rush is beyond what you'd comprehend.

The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus.
Do you see me through,
when I break inside?

Won't you release your
white doves to smell
the melting moon
of summer's blues?

Nameless a poem swims
in your pale eyes. I
watch the cobra rear up
like a purple monkshood!

One day I will pay
back your debt, for the
myth of phoenix. I will
live for centuries in the
desert to rise from ashes.

Nobody becomes a conqueror!