The main sequence is ended 
then death becomes life, 
diffused upon emptiness, 
spreading divine light. 
Generating the sphere 
The light decays 
into life 
and we are but death 
embodied in flesh. 
Generating the sphere 
From a distance, 
and through the lens of time, 
Chaos 
seems still. 
Generating the sphere 
Our future foretold 
by clouds in the void, 
behind their beauty 
lies their violence. 
In this place 
anything that grows is dying. 
In this place 
anything that dies is growing. 
What's left of us will change 
Forged by violence and shaped by pain 
We only exist in body.