Loose and unkindled, the show must go on.
We’ve placed lights delicately upon loose altars
A curtains glare provides a glimpse through brilliant masked monsters.
They watch bitter and anxiously, raged and bothered in anguish of forsaken parallels.
A new experiment begins, trapped inside a calling of knowledge.
Holding form through devourment, they grin, thier mouths oozing with tampered fuel.
They grow silent as the lights dim. As brightness turns they applaud.
The host explains the program in which forgoes the last night.
“And the show must go on!”
