Raise your hand to the sky
With liquid as red as life
Pulsing in the shattered glass.
Make a toast to the Gods
To bring you serenity
As you sacrifice your soul for pleasure.
Say goodbye to your lover
As the knife pierces your skin
And the blood flows eternally
Until the end of days.
It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.