Rainbow Factory

Beyond the perverted sickness of men is a place,

Within a city in the sky, 

Beneath any hell,

Beyond any star,

Where beautiful colors are made.

Mechanical horrors manufacture life into death into the colors of the skies

Going unnoticed by those who marvel at its deceptively captivating work

Hidden from sight it is the perfect secret. An unseeable scar.

It is the rainbow factory. More real than any nightmare.

A thousand years of invisible fears hath dwelled upon here into the eternity of beauty

Here beyond the heavens,

Where you can see its majesty but cannot hear its scream.