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The main sequence is ended

then death becomes life,

diffused upon emptiness,

spreading divine light.

Generating the sphere

The light decays

into life

and we are but death

embodied in flesh.

Generating the sphere

From a distance

and through the lens of time,

chaos

seems still.

Generating the sphere

Our future foretold

by clouds in the void,

behind their beauty

lies their violence.

Generating the sphere

In this place

anything that grows is dying.

In this place

anything that dies is growing.

What’s left of us will change.

Forged by violence and shaped by pain

We only exist in body.