PANDORA’S Feast ᾮ Releasing the Beast Within

Scanning Past, dawn of 21^st century is reflective of yet another time of a Planet where Earthlings stand still, paradoxically observing in ^20/20 vision but not seeing. Listening but not hearing.

Twilight gestures Infinite Observer, standing in Earth’s shadows at dawn of Human Time, surveying, the forever present and patient taxonomist. A ghastly site not envisaged since Romans, Egyptians, Greeks, Persians, and Dynasties of ancient Orient will make its presence felt and known.

Stand clear as wondrous skies reaching structures of this ancient past, so too Future Beings will look to what you Present Earthlings see as TheArts, a Science and Technologies.  Mechanics of Mathematics stop not.

Megalopolises, standing high and wide, liken to Atlantis, face being lost or expediently hidden. Beasts as Humans dare ask and roar, if prophets and oracles could talk!  

Earth has yet to stand still. Not in its nature. Earthlings, will once again be allayed. A synthesized creature of unnatural form has taken root in its lifeline, plasmatic nucleus and proliferated: man made messengers superseding fears of imagined alien forms of life.  

In launching warped deep seated enterprises, Earth finds itself past point of safe return. Stand guard Earthlings. Uncertainties rooted at the turn of the century have magnified exponentially materializing deep fears and instabilities.

Pandora’s Box has been crushed open releasing Beast within. Force of Box latch ricocheted onward and pivoted pendulum shearing makers of organic and synthetic chemicals, till one by one they exist no more, storing MDNA in their protracted time and minute space.

Ready for the Feast! Stand and face Death in its EyE. Ahh, vacillating sounds and sights in deep flames awakens embodiment of fringed terror of stench and fiery sensation of a torrent of gushing spines amidst the crushing sound, rib by rib. 

Planet Earth, thy are held prey by a finger-tip. Weep not. Wild creatures cry not mercy as ear lobes resonate fracture sound of limb connecting head≠neck.

Beg not. For “No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.”