Folding worlds came to an end,
As your minds eye folds within its self you may came to see all.
For only I have the power of the setting sun, and as I gaze into the dark mirror of the sun, I see the waxing of a new moon, secret’s of lost times are flashed before my eye’s of might, searching mortal’s trying so hard to find there lights, reaching for the sky’s and the kingdoms of there fathers. And like a line god but divide's there space.
Formed power of control they write they scripts, poisoned by the very tongue of the matrix,
As I sit in the deserts of sands. 12345 are not that hard to find when one is the other and all are the same why do you all sit and play your funny games. To the gods and the angels of man whose many names I do not give a dam. And just my words as I sit here to dwell across my mirror.