Past the places where the living dwell
At a distance always too far but always at hand
There is silence
A society in secret
Life’s mystery made manifest.
The waking sleep of the restless dead
A parody of life that’s more alive than the thing itself
A city of skulls
Where are all welcome and all will go
The last gasp of a dying world.
Dancing beneath the forever twilight
No pain, no fear
Come one, come all
Toss away the flesh
Discard the noise
Embrace the silence
PRE-MINT
POST MINT
