Party Cannon high five ghost

Grrrr!
Flailing hopelessly in an aimless charge
Cruising gracefully in a barren haze
Captured disfigurement spy
Ill-fated seismic corporation
Rising to an anthem of an anthill like never before
Second impact immanent, deterrent of devout force
Rifts from waste to waste. Food for thought, they carry through the fractures
I wish we could've been real. Just a matter of dreams and perceptions.
Rising times
Spinning conceit of unremarkable size
Turning back
Followed through the gaping mass
Amalgamated
A dept never once explored
Sub-ether
Unclad warp
Bursts from stasis
Cuttin' it up, make shift empty cargo
Untranced cages; bio-arms embargo
Unbound, he jumps like a tic
Flickers out of sight and mind
Inside the shrine
Inside this mess of existence
Whispering
Tapestry, prophecy, come with me
Inside the womb
Inside this die-cast monster