The anteriority of the inaccessible in oscillating form
Fragments of a groundless elemental freedom, devoid of understanding
The merest glimpse of a true meaning, the chaos that enfolds us
A blasphemy to contemplate, impossible to reconcile
We bleed as one in the ever growing shadow of eternity
Constantly expanding the domain of the tyrant lords of the abyss
The pure absolute indifference, the will of the absence
Sublimity beyond being, quintessence of dust
Reduced to atoms, spread across eons
Disjunctive synthesis of worlds, planetary disillusionment
Forever wandering, the dark forest
A shock we've even come this far, isolated left to die
The odds against us astronomical, to reach compatibility
Our consciousness is a mistake of nonlinear circumstance
Is our function only that to observe what has dejected us
A validation of the expanse
Witness the violent spectacle, fabric of space and time
A power beyond anything that's been seen before
Tearing the seams of reality, contraction expansion
Quantum return to form
Unraveling the dissonance of time
Left behind to suffer through these states of being
Perpetual abhorrence of the void
The chaos that consumes our every thought
At the whim of this cosmic despotism
Unmaking all that's yet to be
Throes of disjunctive synthesis
Quantum return to form
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