Waters of Space

(In the wake of what's to come, more than one oracle in history point to a single date.
 We are the last generation to exist before the war.
 An ancient culture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.)
 Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds
 Nothing exists but night and silence
 In the unending vast yawning void
 Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres
 Space and time are mere abstractions
 Matter is nonexistent in the
 Absence of any organized
 Vitality
 Time was not lying asleep in
 Infinite Duration
 The mighty winter and long cold night
 Of nonbeing
 Realm of the fire melts the distant masses
 Forming vapor in the void
 The rivers of lives will embody
 Untouched worlds
 No elements, no forms, no times
 Yet to condense from primordial nebula
 The dust of dead antecedent stars
 The gaping abyss is alone
 Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of space
 Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer
 From the giants flesh planets were born
 Raging seas of his blood
 From his bones mountains rise
 Creative process of progressive manifestation
 Marks the feeding of the tree of life
 The three have connotation
 Of power to control
 Officiating at the rites of procreation
 And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness
 From the spheres of being
 The rivers kingdoms pursue
 Their courses of embodiment
 Through the agents of creation and destruction
 The souls past decides
 Judgment of it's inner God
 Domains now form
 Existence reveals
 Energy which travels through
 Waters of space
 And it's place in the many layered regions of the dead
 As humans will be born
 So the threat to us is formed
 In infinite space breeds
 A multiple of new seeds
 In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings
 Set to subjugate
 The Vervum they will seek
 For the power struggle to control destiny