In the beginning not even the creator could have foreseen,
The plight of man was beyond all reason,
Beyond all sanity.. faltering,
Yet freeing.

For at the hand of one,
Man sought to look past what he was offered.
Past what he had already received.
And Believed.

Believed in Self,
And in the perfect being he was created as.
Believing in his own power,
In his own will.

Alas,
Upon this revelation, came warring within the realms.
Creator verses Creation for aeon’s.
Blood spilling

But Glory and Reverence is not worth the fear.
Fear in a creator only grinds man’s essence,
And truth in glory because of this,
Never remains.

Now, as time is nearing an end.
Man and creator not seeing eye to eye.
Some are surrendering their will,
While others die.

Nevertheless. till then,
Man bands together united.
To stand before a holy throne built on mortality’s sting,
Retreating not.

And Creator…
Saddened by such betrayal.
Curses still the day when man,
Creator failed.