Abiogenesis - Xerath

A distant place, silent and untouched

A paradox eternal and infinite

Subconsciously registered

In dark divinity, a lifetime obviously

Lost…

The confusion plagues me more

With each passing day, frail coveting

Show me, show me everything

Show me power

Wastelands, imperious

Born of the industrial stench

Know your mind

Re-state what I say

And gone are your liberties

Absorb this fiction

We don’t respond

We the delusional

Focus in on the rational

It’s time again, unbalance, destruction

Build only to fall again

Try harder to imperfect

Place trust in the universe

Fallen in upon itself