on the 6th month of the year
on the 6th day of that month
on the 6th night of the week
at the cold hands of machines
gods of paper came to die.

shadows dreamt of endless fire
amidst smoke and broken light
idols chained into existence
now awaiting sacrifice.

fearful soul, be so no longer
as in darkness you shall thrive
and rejoice in such a pleasure
that it is to keep your secrets
and in ether sin ablaze.