A Confidence: "Destroyed" (Part Three)

Finally, "The Day" has come where I have heard Moby sing...without any assistance ( I'm not talking bout backing vocoder, but vocoder on his voice); this is an attempt to be clever while simultaneously an occurrence in an alternate dimension. I'm floating toward a black hole, which then changes into a sun, as an electronic symphony blasts through and these heat rays melt my face off. Everything becomes dark and I hear this soulful songstress humming in the background with strings that wear a tattoo. As the voice resonates, a line drawn by crayons and markers bounce off my body.                    "I refuse to 'Lie Down In Darkness!' Absolutely Not!" They say now without me the sun is no more, or is that just me drowning in delusional self-importance? HA! Yeah right! The sun will shine without me, it has shone before I was born and it will shine when I'm gone. "Flip! I need some medication for my face, even though it's just bone. It feels like it's burning, or would it matter?!" I ask as I now walk in a space desert. I feel my face just to see, and it doesn't feel hard; it feels gelatinous. It seems twenty seconds before the third minute passes by in the desert this beat comes along, and out appear discs ascending and descending to the beat as the jazzy piano orchestrates, or choreographs, a light show directed by "Victoria Lucas." The robot returns again, and he means business; because he shoots a beam that pulls me in, and with a short ride in an omnidirectional carousel slowly accelerating in speed as this addictive rhythm and synthetic orchestra sing their song. My mind was too slow to comprehend, or maybe I was just too dizzy. It spit me out, and I threw up something techno-tribal, or was that the conductor? My vision starts to blur as I swear I see and hear starships blasting lasers at each other and this dischordant sound that is off-timed with the beat.