Ritualist - Sovereign Cycle

I, the great creator
The artisan of all you see before you
Gaze upon perfection
A bright utopia made in my image
Elemental dictation, the harnessing of this ancient force
Godhood within reach
Now we are eternal
At the pinnacle of this great reign
Is a promise to fall
We await your bitter end from afar
Lurking behind the stars
Primordial remnants, spirits predating time fester and conspire
This citadel was built upon sand and shifting earth
Begin the fall
Your chance to relinquish this crown has long expired
Eons of evolution racing towards an impossible threshold
Sharpened to a Razor's edge, once a humble species now a usurper
Giving in to temptation through omnipotence
Deeply owed, this insurrection, our gift to the new false gods
(Chaos)
Vision of selfish grandeur
(Chaos)
Scheming to overthrow the laws of nature
You overestimate your nature
You've fallen off this hierarchy
You thought you were so much more
Insignificant to us
At the pinnacle of this great reign
Is a promise to fall
We await your bitter end from afar
Lurking behind the stars
And the more that you acquire
The more we will take back
Your domain is but a smoldering ember
Against a sea of black
Wield your crude matter and shape your spec of a world
The flames of chaos cast the shadows of their true feeble forms

Written by:
Christopher Velarde

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