A Transmission From A Portal

Mortal, Me, Hears With No Dismay.
Relay From Some C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E., Somewhere.
Future Themes Is All It Speaks.
Weeks Or Years Off?, I Can't Say, But Regardless, It's Doomsday.
Lay 4 The Longest While Listening. The Transmission Is My Music.
Pathetic, I, Is A Documented Lunatic, But With Enough Knowing 2 Keep What, I, Know 2 Myself.
Brief Descriptions Of Salvation Squandered Keep Me Perplexed.
Numbed. I Can Sometimes C The Portal.
Petal Of The Rose That Grew Through The Urban Cracks. This City Night Is Busy. The Fussy Holydays R Upon Us.
Muse Deeper Upon The Transmission & Regard It 2 The Utmost Of Well.
H.E.L.L. & H.E.A.V.E.N. R Of No Consequence. The Transmission From The Portal Makes All The Sense.
Words N-Direct That Keep, A I, This Occupied.
D.O.O.M.ed. Earth, Is D.O.O.M.ed, I, Again, Say.