A mental pyroclastic flow of burning fragments

A stream of chaos intertwining,

melting, fusing the last remains

of humanity, into a glowing body



I'm pounding and pounding this body into shape

I anticipate the course of events

Hammering its syntax to fit our needs

A blacksmiths of mental confinement



My anvil consisting of visions to come

My hammer, the vortex of god

All the blood sweat and tears in changing our fate

Who am I really to change and create?



Save me from presumption

One universe away from...

Save me from presumption

One universe...