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An attempt to crystalise reality

By my hand it is smashed

Thus you struggle to fit the pieces together

Your train of thought has crashed!

Feeble wretch, fight for your mind

Muscles begin to tense

Panic sets in, madness begins

Struggle for fragments of sense

Your search for truth has led you here

To the place of your demise

Now locked into eternal fear

The scales fall from your eyes

Time warps into a cycle

This moment will never cease

Forever to relice the hatred

You feebly cry for peace

Weakling!

The chronocrators own your days

They are fuelled by your poisoned soul

And vengeance for you meddling ways