Illusion

What truths exists within the clockwork of our world,
if not the evil machinations of cruel Gods
that ushers in tragedy from compassion
and violence from the love for living.

The Tyrant Queen walked the path of true power -
through her understandings of divine power
and the truths written inside every illusion,
she obtained the power of Creation.

She danced within impermanence itself,
vividly breaking any and all rules
as her very existence was a rebellion
against the Host of Heaven.

For when her lover perished
at the hands of twisted deities,
she declared full war
and lead armies unto the Heavens.

Her name became synonymous with Deicide,
and every impulse within her fury manifested
as forces of nature overwhelming
that threatened to break reality.

But she lost the war,
and the Demiurge built a tomb
within the fractures in the fabric of space,
praying that she never wake up again.

Even now I can feel her faint pulse
causing my entire world to shake and shiver;
She truly had become impermanence,
something that could not be killed.

But the illusions she once used
to gain the power of Creation
made this stagnant, rotting world
and I can only pray that she wakes up.

For if she doesn't,
I will never be able to leave
this twisted, cursed realm;

Even when she dreams, she creates,
so thus are we shackled here
within her constant nightmares:

I can only hope
that she one day
finally wakes up.