Returning Home From The Qonos Quasar Wars

I went to war to be her whore
By anger I had swore;
The edge blackness evermore,
Stars ending like the shore.

Only those who've seen the sight
Can ever know the fright;
Thrusting souls lost to light,
Place of no day or night.

Who controls the universe?
To trust it would be worse;
Or is that a Judas curse
To keep our truth averse?

Absorbed by the black hole's heart
The ending has no start;
Fighting just to die apart
In a waste that has no chart.

Have you seen the combat child

With seared eyes dark and wild?

In space the dead be not piled

And peace lulls most reviled.

Dark Lords deign holy blessing

With lips not found confessing;

Into the void we keep pressing

To claim love's joy oppressing.

So this is where our seeds are sown

In a quasar's deep unknown;

But I have heard the spirits moan,

"In hell we have no home!"

I am but a lowly beast

Uninvited to the feast;

But if liars are the least

Why not their efforts ceased?

Home world has the flower

That gives us fighting power;

The call of Spring time shower

Tells me this my wanted hour.

I am the foolish fighter,

A sinking soul, not lighter;

But God is my inciter

To make the future brighter.

Eighty trillion parsecs

Back home and to her sex;

Four hundred years in flex

Our lives but tiny specs.

Pulling from the black hole brink

I realize my heart's kink;

My armor's fatal chink,

I am the missing link.

I'll walk among the greens

And listen to their dreams;

I preserved their genes

Bursting at the seams.

No matter what I've seen

The home world lovely preen!

But I fall out of this dream

To find she too obscene!

Where gone her glad purity?

Her trees in obscurity.

Minds gone to insanity,

Feeding deadly vanity.

My precious life misspent!

They too spurn repent.

I'm as hollow as the hole,

My heart as dark as coal.

To redeem my wayward ways

I counted on their rays;

A planet in despair,

I choke upon this air.

How can I find true refuge

From internal world deluge?

Cast out in the black sea storm

Regretting to be born.

Running, stopping - both the same,

Only losers in this game;

A starving soul's empty bend,

A fucking literal dead end.

I looked to the world to save me

But a howling hell it gave me.

Burning letters do engrave me:

By my hand I did betray me.