Immersed in the Uncreation, He sleeps... Time's an artificial device None can't conceive infinity None can't conceive perfection False fixations of hundreds generations of free thinkers Is this world the creative lust of a lonely god? Earthly waters were flushing in disorder Souls under the forgotten dust They needed a fragile shell to fix existence Millions of faces – billions of epiphanies Self-exploited generations of gods Human illusion of a supernatural care A divine eye's open – existence starts The blink of a second Hiding the heritage of aeons Pathetic generation Less than a grain of sand annoying that eye He doesn't care your pitiful existence Less than a moment and that eye will be closed Humanity crushed By the eyelid of the Eternal One!