The covenant of Chaos and Men, for me, the creation has ceased,
For you, infinite possibilities birth and death every second.
Among the endless field, what is beauty and what is vice?
If you can see the endless timelines, each possibility a new sensation.
Which would you choose, what would you give meaning?
The Goddess indifferent to beauty or virtue, all a grand cycle repeating the same million times.
What difference would it make? Only matters to those within the sphere.
She crafts with hands both careless and deft, a universe teeming with life.
Yet her heart remains aloof, curiosity her only driving force, not wisdom, nor compassion.
The sphere of all the grace and splendor, pluck once, savor for eternity.
But what to pick? When the Goddess can create another?
She seeks the anomaly, the spark, something beyond the cycle.
Her eyes ever wandering, never resting, in pursuit of the new and untried.
If there is something so unique, all human history has not recreated.
Let it be our duty, surrender it towards Goddess's favor.
For her gaze to linger, her interest to catch.
We must offer what is unseen, unfelt,
In this endless dance of creation and decay, to her who knows not wisdom, only the thrill of discovery.
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The covenant of Chaos and Men, for me, the creation has ceased,
For you, infinite possibilities birth and death every second.
Among the endless field, what is beauty and what is vice?
If you can see the endless timelines, each possibility a new sensation.
Which would you choose, what would you give meaning?
The Goddess indifferent to beauty or virtue, all a grand cycle repeating the same million times.
What difference would it make? Only matters to those within the sphere.
She crafts with hands both careless and deft, a universe teeming with life.
Yet her heart remains aloof, curiosity her only driving force, not wisdom, nor compassion.
The sphere of all the grace and splendor, pluck once, savor for eternity.
But what to pick? When the Goddess can create another?
She seeks the anomaly, the spark, something beyond the cycle.
Her eyes ever wandering, never resting, in pursuit of the new and untried.
If there is something so unique, all human history has not recreated.
Let it be our duty, surrender it towards Goddess's favor.
For her gaze to linger, her interest to catch.
We must offer what is unseen, unfelt,
In this endless dance of creation and decay, to her who knows not wisdom, only the thrill of discovery.
For you, infinite possibilities birth and death every second.
Among the endless field, what is beauty and what is vice?
If you can see the endless timelines, each possibility a new sensation.
Which would you choose, what would you give meaning?
The Goddess indifferent to beauty or virtue, all a grand cycle repeating the same million times.
What difference would it make? Only matters to those within the sphere.
She crafts with hands both careless and deft, a universe teeming with life.
Yet her heart remains aloof, curiosity her only driving force, not wisdom, nor compassion.
The sphere of all the grace and splendor, pluck once, savor for eternity.
But what to pick? When the Goddess can create another?
She seeks the anomaly, the spark, something beyond the cycle.
Her eyes ever wandering, never resting, in pursuit of the new and untried.
If there is something so unique, all human history has not recreated.
Let it be our duty, surrender it towards Goddess's favor.
For her gaze to linger, her interest to catch.
We must offer what is unseen, unfelt,
In this endless dance of creation and decay, to her who knows not wisdom, only the thrill of discovery.
Writer: Zorya Wayne
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