| Propelling through the unknown, the world split in twain
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| Tessellating ad infinitum, one was too small to grasp the scope
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| An endless expanse of the protocosmic horizon lay in full upon the edges of
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| what could no longer be considered reality
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| Knowing not where I existed, only that I was among the insubstantial truth
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| I communed with naught
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| The being craved a new arena
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| The mind became pregnant with the concept of the new universe
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| And in that moment, I rewrote the sacred scripts
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| I waged the interminable war
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| I solved the formulas yet to be proposed
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| I became the primordial, abolishing death, expanding into consciousness
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| Egression denied as dimensions phase
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| Many planes awaited the arrival of a new reality
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| Choosing the one that vibrated to the pulse of existence
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| The body mutated rapidly, selecting a new form
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| As big as a thought
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| As small as a god
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| Upon emergence from creation
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| There awaited an opaque world faceted of one’s own reflection
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| But the eyes of the world surveyed itself with reproach
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| Such hubris this one had to fancy himself a creator
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| To bring a world to fruition with the damaged sensibility of man
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| Unknown hues streak across endless depths of sullen gloom
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| Effulgent emanations retreat from an innate approach
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| The incumbent Chaos, ultimate arbiter of creation
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| Welcomes this new inhabitant with destruction’s caress |