Resonance of the Foul

Mass gaces, open opportunitys for our minds to replicate 
the pleasure of
fear. Mocking the prosiness of sound, the frequency drops 
to subsonic
standards. Phantasmal tempest prospects
the rain of arrows. Sharpness defined by the solidification
 of man
fragments and desecrates the ears of the unborn. Auditory 
perception
infects it's genesis for the genetics of superlative venom 
lactating spawn.
A spawn of man,
irreconcilable to moral of virtue. The evil of man is upon 
us. Resonance
The depraved separation of lie is between us. The mass 
graves, filled with
ear ruptured versions of adoration. Resonance Supersonic 
beings
relapse their versions of noise. Resonance Only the deaf 
contain sanity.
Resonance Only the reverberating aftermath
of this insistent apocalypse settles in the minds of the 
deaf, forever.