Born again, unbounded from magnitudes, chained to a purpose of freedom.
Born again, in this dread of life, alone, with a decision to make.
Senses overwhelmed by the close sight of a distant idea.
Beth and Gimel, they showed me the way to replenish the pillars of our universe.
And rearrange different dimensions.
Unconsecrated creation of all through the disposal of one.
I can unmake you.
new sense has been provided by the hands of an unknown lord.
You can now transcend this hybrid state of life, evolving from servant to Messiah.
You can now see through the folded bowels of time and restore balance, leaving a blot on above-made plans.
Prophets, your profane scheme has been [bad word] 
Servants, the evocators are not what they seem.
Look behind their eyes.
Beth and Gimel, they showed me the way to replenish the pillars of our universe.
Twelve Words, deities of the new sprout. 
An higher conception. 
Unconsecrated creation of all through the disposal of one.
I can unmake you.
New form shatters the dowels that once made him.
I can unmake you.

/ [bad word]