Cataclysm

Formless Limitless A concept From which all life and thought are born The vastness of the mind The galaxy of dreams Only there can exist its destruction Only there can exist the end of all things Will it not to be the death of the mind But the annihilation of all The great cataclysm inverted The blackening of the lights All but the eternal shall fall Take this purpose into your hands Clean yourself of all of your plans Be the change you wish to see Only your ruin can set you free Don the mourners shroud And begin your own procession Bemoan a life of regret Turn the pain into obsession Let the wailers wail And the weepers weep Planets pulverize And the stars forever sleep The great celestial's close their eyes No longer will they bare witness No longer will truth be kept There shall be no more forgiveness As all creation wept.