Vicious cycle, callous and rewinding Descending spiral seemingly unyielding What other force could impose my fierce desire? Mere rancour and ail I attain, but by worship do I enslave? Unremitting inversion of the sphere Obdurate, erratic it whirls and recreates Sustainable only through pain and transmutation Behold the grand veracity, it shatters not regardless of negation Prior to the great fruition, cognition must be absolute To see what lies yonder and decimate its core To crumble then wither to sanctity Endless Euthanasia of an Absence long denied