Watching the world die through isolated eyes

Expecting and causing its downfall

Fire embering and wafting on society’s remnants

The unwritten laws are buried under ash and sin

Debris clouds the desolated remains like the lies that masked the humans

The last survivors scream from their endured wounds

But death’s whisper pulls them in with an echoey tune

Not even the letters’ screaming can pierce my lonely hymn

The song which reaps souls just to save some

But do I really have the power to judge souls?

I’ve lived more than all these letters and died just as much

I have gained the power to create my own race

To save those whom have suffered and evolved

But am I right to sacrifice evil, corrupted souls?

Do I even oblige to those rules?

No, I seem to be even born around them

And lead a glorious race into salvation

But there’s one soul left, the embodiment of all the pain

And with that saddening epiphany,

I will miss the growth of the Alphions and my darling Isaera

And watch from the stars until the day I can come back