The Moth Gatherer - Phosphorescent Blight

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Leading down to the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing
The heavens are paintings of ash
A gallery of failure projected on the skin
Detached this world long ago
A culling dawns in the horizon
Treading water among the filth
A determined path
Leading down to the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing
The smell of corrosion veils reality
Decline of psyche and society
Equilibrium has been breached
Rings will ripple through eternity
Tides of tomorrow, will bring what may
Propelled through space, unable to diverge
I can see the phosphorescent blight
At the end, there is nothing