[gods:] she believes she is embrancing infinite truth. one feeble spirit touch
And she will catch the first glimpse of disharmony.


Resting from my godly gift
Shades of formless visit my dreams
A vague voice, a grinding graze
Exposing me to myself

How can this be?
The world i perceive has to be me
Are these dimensions out of reach?

An absent-minded, anxious god
Twisting the lives in a mortal shell
Let me dissolve into the formless world


Even he almighty are intended to fall

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