Grey skies scarred across the skin,
One single droplet adding to the ripple,

Created and enslaved from its conquered machined mechanic brains, this machine serves only its function and its maker is man,

Mans oldest nemesis, the sly prying overlapping realm to our own spacial existence where within inside roams a dark dark chemical and cellular forces energies and beings the one that stores our boldest of men and women in a caccooned barron wasteland of mortally scary and end of days shit that manifest to suck you dry of your fear receptors just right before we as men die and we return to our makers homeland....