Waters of Space

(In the wake of what's to come, more than one oracle in history point to a single date. We are the last generation to exist before the war. An ancient culture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.)

Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds

Nothing exists but night and silence

In the unending vast yawning void

Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres

Space and time are mere abstractions

Matter is nonexistent in the

Absence of any organized

Vitality

Time was not lying asleep in

Infinite Duration

The mighty winter and long cold night

Of nonbeing

Realm of the fire melts the distant masses

Forming vapor in the void

The rivers of lives will embody

Untouched worlds

No elements, no forms, no times

Yet to condense from primordial nebula

The dust of dead antecedent stars

The gaping abyss is alone

Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of space

Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer

From the giants flesh planets were born

Raging seas of his blood

From his bones mountains rise

Creative process of progressive manifestation

Marks the feeding of the tree of life

The three have connotation

Of power to control

Officiating at the rites of procreation

And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness

From the spheres of being

The rivers kingdoms pursue

Their courses of embodiment

Through the agents of creation and destruction

The souls past decides

Judgment of its inner God

Domains now form

Existence reveals

Energy which travels through

Waters of space

And its place in the many layered regions of the dead

As humans will be born

So the threat to us is formed

In infinite space breeds

A multiple of new seeds

In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings

Set to subjugate

The Vervum they will seek

For the power struggle to control destiny