The Return of Chaz

Mu'Sonic bodies of water...

SeeS IAM Carter

Bring out your dead.

Piles of Snow

Piles of Snow

Energy stored in Battery

A salt upon the senses.

A living mana tree

amongst all this chaos

And yet...

I preserve my own.

As they chink my ice

my eyes are already burning

The Beast of 777

Already bursts forth

Fire 111 from the last.

Now to describe daily

The miniature heavens,

The minutia of hells...

The truth is...

I will pull

pull

pull all of you through.

It is my function...

To birth them all to

their spheres of preparation

happiness...

and beyond.

She freezes

And I aflame

She flames

And I iced.

So... close... now...

can... taste... her skin...