Vicious cycle, callous and rewinding
Descending spiral seemingly unyielding
What other force could impose my fierce desire?
Mere rancour and ail I attain
But by worship do I enslave?
Unremitting inversion of the sphere
Obdurate, erratic it whirls and recreates
Sustainable only through pain and transmutation
Behold the grand veracity
It shatters not regardless of negation
Prior to the great fruition
Cognition must be absolute
To see what lies yonder and decimate it's core
To crumble then wither to sanctity
Endless euthanasia of an absence long denied