I am the sea that washes away the life before me
The fire that melts away the Collective Mind of the masses
A wind that carries the souls of man to the far reaches of the abyss
Crumbling away the Earth and the material to give all their share of darkness
Follow me oh wandering souls to the point of transmutation
Where the Tree of Life is cut down and transmigration ends
Come back to the Collective where I may mold you into cosmic clay once again
For it is past time for the Great Cleansing
Through you I may re-create the Germ from whence the Tree of Life will form
Then once again like a cosmic heart beat all will be set to a motion
Time will manifest and the elements will form
Flickering like a flame in a vast cauldron of transformation many suns will be born
So great that they will bend the fabric of their dimension
Manifesting gravity from which the fractal will form
Expanding its might arms out to explore and capture all it can
Slowly setting existence into a sublime order
Then great worlds will be formed in which the seeds of life will be placed
Like fruit on a tree some will prosper others will wither
But in the end all will resurrect once again