It's easy to conquer the world.
it's impossible to change people's opinions.
as I feel the ancient screws in my body, made with love.
Jaweh wandered the tower of Babel.
and the lines of our galaxy the measurement of deification.
as planets break the balance.
the disorder of a darker stream interrupts my worried mind.
this fear I build out in a floating pyramid.
forge the pain in the art of a mummified beauty.
and let the wasted potential be re-installed in a O-den.
like dust in the wind, alpha and omega.
the lights from above, and the chariots of fire.
roaring over the raging night sky.
as young gods should.

thank you for reading this.