Language of Molten Cherubs - Full of Hell

Souls mindful of damage

Spin silk of themselves

Dropping towards the ground

Connecting to manifest bodies

As the thread rests

It binds

Two points

Void of space

Become one point

All knows

Knows none

Step through the ladder

Drink from the cup

After life the cosmos are infinite

It will breathe you in

Your heart and lungs

Crushed into singularity

A chance encounter

At the end of our rope