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How far we've come, how far we've fallen. Reverting back to a primordial form.

Balanced on the line

The flesh and the divine

existence redefined

temporal form refined

a slave to none but time

a god that lives inside

now only squandered and left to the side to forget

beams of light enfolded

countless times and coded

by the laws of space and time

from the depths of nothing

marches endless something

esoteric grand design

so full of pride, praising our devolution

such worthless lives, content with this cosmic dilution

surrendered divinity, to dwell in the flesh

sequestered infinitely, only to live as a wretch.

only but a shadow, weakened and made hollow

self-imposed, we've grown content.

retrograde masquerade

wind the hands back, waste bestowal

we're becoming weak and woeful

detrimental to progression

solely at fault for regression

and those who see through the veil

watch as we burn, flounder and fail

children of the ether, now just ghastly creatures. horrid beings wasting life

envy of the angels, sickly and unable

spirits weighted down with strife.