The starry seed drifts endlessly
Wandering and lost
The coldness of nothing was felt for so long
Its time to animate the creation

Behind these transparent realms
lies an existence close to ours
Only welcome the benevolent
It guides me, it blinds me
The cloak which aids or drains my soul
Until we're ascending for the stars

When the orchestrators brought the dawn
How could they have expected this
Showing life in such a vibrant state
While we channeled it into hate

While I have lived many lives
This one may be the last
Before ascending to heavenly planes
Where I will be of more use

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