Behold the darkest ideology

An empty realm

Born from dust

Nothingsness rests upon this empty plane

Creationism mends within its glaze

I exist

I am god

Nothing everything

Nexus to primordial existence

Within the darkness I was conceived

A fusion of energies

Seeping into a materialised existence

Atomized within the bounds of amalgamate a surrogate

Animate my incarnate formulate and duplicate

I descend from my unexposed realm

The prismatic abyss

I deem creation to be excreted from my abomination

Otherworldly foundations formulation organic cultivations

Splinters of my being

Pierce this realm

Torn apart through sacrifice

My being is severed to recreate

This realm of darkness

Illuminates for the first time

Elements of my soul

Seedlings of organic matter

Planted upon this empty realm

Where nothing dwells

These cosmic entities awake

Kneeling before my provenance

Transformation cycle brinks

Completion

As they hatch from enigmatic spheres

They stare upon my wretched being

Transformation cycle now complete

Oh my children breath overwhelming

Oh my children breathe empowering

I exist

I am god

Nothing everything

Nexus to to primordial existence

My gruesome abominations follow me

Venturing transcended time

Leaving behind the nothingness

Frozen in time forevermore