Emissaries of Ikhenaton

Our path is cast backwards in a luminescent rift
 A voyage of centuries through a temporal precipice
 Explores warfaring celestial seas
 Waging crusades upon the limits of reality
 Anchored in the emptiness a course traveled infinitely
 Collapsed plasmic gravitational core
 Forms a passage, a dimensional doorway
 A black chasm appears in its splendor
 Unveiling timelines unseen
 As we stare through the gateway in awe
 Our molecular bonds separate and break down
 Space collides in a spherical horizon
 To reassemble in a desert of creation
 We the progenitors, the six sky born sages
 Manifested as centers of light
 Bound together and synthesized by the seventh
 Our lord, the feathered celestial serpent
 We arrive encased as static sphereforms
 Merged in its state and quantized at once
 Perpetually inhabiting all moments of eternal now
 Destroy spacetime and its worlds
 The fractal worlds of photonic reality
 I am the father of fathers, the mother of mothers
 And the bull of the seventh celestial kind
 I open my mouth to speak amidst the silence
 My cause to be is that men should have a path in which to tread
 The path is now inward a convalescent shift
 A passage of aeons kingdoms of nothingness
 Reformed in a likeness beyond anything ever beheld
 Freed to the ground of being immanifest in antiworlds
 It was to us the efficient cause of all generation
 Immense, imperishable, omnipotent
 Nothing could rival what we have become
 Our shadow now cast upon the lower dimensions
 Ageless, formless, free of this world
 Washed of all illusions in the void
 Discarnate creatures of unbound design
 Obscure realities unfold and entwine
 Colliding spherical horizons
 Within a desert of creation
 Transcending in the echoes of silence
 Drifting beyond the farthest star
 We arrive encased as static sphereforms
 Merged in its state and quantized at once
 Our path entwines eternity to merge and become
 Eleven gateways have now emerged as one
 Siphoning its power, extinguishing the sun
 Incarnating beyond