How beautiful that Alpha and Omega have gone to sleep now.
That echoes of mayhem rest in their own hearts.
Stealthily treacherous dungeons have thrown a bucket and two towels.
Murmuring and coughing has subsided.
How beautiful indeed that smiling cherubic knows no bondage and suffering.
Myriads of stories are still sleeping inside stainless steel.
Bountiful, generous and gregarious gluttons have gone with the wind into the oblivion of stars forever.
Nonsense makes more sense than sensible sensualists.
Ether speaks through open windows,
In slithering decaying dancing drunk melodies.
From there it comes here,
From here it goes there.
Bouncing back and forth.
Calling alpha using omega,
Beta theta Catherine Zeta.