Undone - Craft

I will restore the clean slate

The perfect state that they once stole

Before the white, the spark, the dirt, the water, blood, air

Joylessly aware of the turmoil

The aimless progression of time

The shameless expression of the vulgar divine

The transient, the firmament

The summit of a little god’s word

Is not set in stone

As I emerge from the edge of the world

So many planets to raze

Sacred places to deface

Souls to inhale, lives to erase

And gods to disgrace

So I go on

While I travel I will consume another star, another cold, dead sun

World undone