Carry the weight

Of the harbinger

To precipitate the reinvigoration

Of harmony

I am a survivor

Of the discordant conversion

A witness to the decay of beauty

The snake

Which cannot cast its skin

Has to die

As well the minds

Which are prevented from changing

Their opinions - they cease

To be mind

This world is changing

Imminent fracture in sustaining order

A shift in the fabric of morality

The transition from idol to heresy

Where there is order

There is suppression

Beauty and harmony

Cannot exist without chaos

Where there is order

There is suppression

Beauty and harmony

Cannot exist without…

Perfection is flawed

We have already paid the price

Fated to self-destruct

This permanent cycle must cease

I stand witness to the beauty and terror

Of unfailing perfection in disarray

This world is changing

Imminent fracture in sustaining order

A shift in the fabric of morality

The transition from idol to heresy