Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Eleven Is Coming.

Entangled beyond maxim, and boundless deserts of subconscious...
Lies the dormant volcano, that waits for the conscience.
Engrossed by the brook, where icy insanity wavers...
Vicarious impulse, leaks heat from the chambers.
Eleven is coming, eleven is coming...
Nailed to mallets of rock, always beating, always drumming...
In the Rings of Saturn, hide the end to us all...
Soon the day of reckoning will undoubtedly fall.
Hide in the craters that cover your life's scars.
Eat away your dusty flesh, put on the armor of the stars.
Read your emotions, go ahead and start running...
Eleven is coming, eleven is coming.

Eleven is here. (The Acrostic Message.)