Of the old gods and monsters What was and what will become of all Dust and sinew, the building blocks for malformed vessels Weaving old flesh into the fabric of nascent deities
Ancient twisted beliefs feeding into new scripture A god of self, a god of none In a grotesque genesis, the god of self emerges, glorifying the ego above all Simultaneously a god of none, a void reflecting our collective disillusionment
As we confront our present mortality What will become of our forevermore? Will our souls become mere echoes in the annals of oblivion? Or will we become the building blocks of a twisted pantheon, forever ensnared by the paradox of existence?