Shut Down - The Provenance

A mental pyroclastic flow of burning fragments

A stream of chaos intertwining

Melting, fusing the last remains

Of humanity, into a glowing body

I’m pounding and pounding this body into shape

I anticipate the course of events

Hammering its syntax to fit our needs

A blacksmiths of mental confinement

My anvil consisting of visions to come

My hammer, the vortex of god

All the blood sweat and tears in changing our fate

Who am I really to change and create?

Save me from presumption

One universe away from…

Save me from presumption

One universe…