The finite body has been pushed into it's grave. The process of our mental cycle has finally been paved.
It is our choice to travel down this road, achieving what's untold. Now's the time to grow.
Our spirit sits in it's purgatory, waiting for it's time. We find the key to consciousness. Conceded and divine.
Unified as one.
All energy collides. (All energy collides)
Lightness in it's essence bright enough to blind. But to who's perception in the absence of eyes. We have turned to dust.
Trust is imminent, no need to compromise. For all opinions are neutral. All the same on sequenced scales. We are entering a pit or eternal fall.
A trench filled with dense cloud of unified energy. Inhabited by only outcasts abandoned by the world.
A pure and ancient energy dwells here, digging up the past so I can replant.
Intelligence instead of religion, transplant. We are a species of potential that is infinite. Risen to our character and now the fall is imminent.