RITUAL ENTROPY. LOST IN CLOCKWORK BREATH, TRUDGING TO CREATE PIOUS LIFE TO FEED OUR EMPTY AIM. IT STAYS THE SAME, THIS ENTROPY. TOP OF THE HOUR, WE TWELVE, UNENDING, BEAMS SEEK OUT A SCENE OF ECHOING REPARTEE. WE SPARK THE BLAST THAT CAST THE PAST FROM THE CENTER OF SUBSISTENCE TO THE NEVER-ENDING VAST. CULTIVATING GODS, WHERE NAMELY, ONE WILL BREAK OUR BONDS. I CAN TASTE IT IN THE SIP OF THE STARS. WE'LL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME. SOON WE'LL REST OUR WEARY BODIES. SLAVES TO A CYCLICAL CAMPAIGN. I'M GROWING BITTER. EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO SLATE THIS WEIGHT. GIVE ME PEACE. WOE, AVIDYA. WOE, AVIDYA. WHY AM I HERE? WHERE IS THIS PLACE? I'VE SEEN THIS PROCESS COUNTLESS TIMES. THE RESULTS ARE FOREVER UNCHANGING. WE RISE FROM NOTHING, CULTIVATE THE PLANETS THEN RETURN THE SINGULARITY TO BE. WHAT IF GOD HAS ABANDONED US? WHAT IF WE'RE AT FAULT? SMOOTH REPETITION. CLOCKS A TICKIN. TIME. INTERMISSION. SIGHT FOR SIGHT, WE LIGHT. EMPTY, BLURRY VISION. SORRY, SAME OLD MISSION. I WILL BE YOUR GHOST WITH THE MOST CREDENTIALS. CREATE! SENTIENCE CAN FLOURISH HERE. BUT WHY BOTHER? FATHER, SHOW YOURSELF YOU SUBTERFUGE. PREY. THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME. I'M SORRY MY BROTHERS, BUT THIS HADJ MUST END. IF GOD REFUSES TO SHOW HIMSELF THEN I WILL FORCE HIS HAND AND COMMENCE THE END OF EVERYTHING. FROM TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, A VEIL OF LIGHT HAD SET THE CYCLE. BRIGHTNESS SPOKE A EULOGY TO EMPTY CORNERS, POST-IGNITION. ADDICTIVE REPETITION. SEEK SOME POSSIBLE DERIVATIVE OF GROWTH. SUCK IT ALL DRY. AGAIN, THE SPARK EXPLODES, AS IF THIS LIFE WAS JUST A DREAM. DEVOID OF ANY CONSEQUENCE. I'M TIRED OF THIS NOTHING. WE NEED AN END. SO LET THE FLAME EXTINGUISH SO WE DON'T BURN ALIVE. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE YOUR HATS, COATS AND HEARTS AT THE DOOR. IT'S PLENTY WARM INSIDE AND THE WALLS ARE PAINTED RED. HERE AT THE CENTER OF SOMETHING THIS SEED OF DESPAIR WILL GROW. I'M PLACING MY ANGUISH IN A PRETTY PEARL. BLOOM. BUBBLE. SET ASIDE THAT LINE OF SPITE. MY CHILDREN WILL GET IT: ALL THINGS MUST DECAY. NO REFORM TO LESSEN THE TASTE OF PROGRESSION. IF LIFE IS A RACE THEN THERE SHOULD BE A FINISH LINE. BLISTERING ORBIT. YOU CANNOT AFFIX YOUR HEART TO DINE ON LIFE AND BELITTLE YOUR BROTHERS' REIGN. GRIPPED IN LUMINESCENT HANDS, A CIRCLE OF SUBSTANCE. INFUSED. THRUST IN THE SAND. TE EGO DOES NOT FADE AWAY. STRUCTURED, IN MATTER, IT FINDS HOME IN EVERYTHING. SO MUCH DEPENDENT ON THIS LOVE. NUANCE HAS CARRIED ON A MASTERFUL COMPULSION. SO PUT THE KETTLE ON. I'M COMING HOME. ITS TIME WE'VE ALL WALKED ON. I'LL WAIT IN THIS SPINNING MINERAL. WILL TO SPEAK TRUTHFUL THAT WE'LL ALL FALL DOWN. CHECK THE CORE FOR HORRID SOMETHINGS. DON'T WAKE ME FOR THAT DAY WILL SIGNAL TO THE OTHERS, THE TRESPASS I HAVE DONE AND THEY WILL FEEL THE COLD TOUCH OF TIME BEGIN TO SQUEEZE AT THEIR HEARTS. BEG FOR MERCY. THIS HEARSE SCENE IS BLURRED PEACE. IMMERSE ME IN MIGHT. I TRIED. SO LONG. FAREWELL.