To Feel the Creation of Godhood

In the sands of the central realm

Empathic reasoning overwhelms

Those who feel it

For those who are no more

And will become as such



Release is the only way out

To stop their own minds from breaking up



Releasing a charge down the hatch

Some of their comrades try to fight back

While others will not



Reparation of the q-lines

Universal seperators

In the room of the Creator

They turn everything on

And fight to defend what they've done



Burning from the countless souls

Suffering in immeasurable agony

In an attempt to return to normalcy

But normalcy is agonizing omniescence

There's no normal normalcy left