The shattering of old illusions - created new surges of chaos
No longer driven by ancient hungers - I grabbed the poisoned chalice
Clawing at the churning night - thus rose my cosmic ambitions
Riding the snake in divine rebellion - wandering the nebular centuries
The precious ones
Brought the planetary elements apart
Leading the universe
Towards new and possessive aeons
These toughs and emotions equaled the night
Revealed in the starborn cataclysmic attributes
Like monuments of unaging intellect
Seeking the sight - in shining dreamlike presence
The shattering of old illusions - created new surges of chaos
No longer driven by ancient hungers - I grabbed the poisoned chalice
"the paradox of the paragons are many,
Side by side....Entangled in [bad word] 
Dancing on the surface of devilish laments