Deus Ex Mollusca

Nothing but dust and shadows
weaving the firmament
winds of creation breathed into an inanimate universe
Darkness and chaos folding
Matter negates the void
Igniting the stars to build his infinite elemental forge
Fusion binds, feed him life
Endless process, ever hungry
We are but figments of his imagination unbound
Man is the excess, there is the meaning in his grand design
Sliming across the cosmos
Painted in flame and frost
birthing malformed creations; sentinals of the elder god
Nuclear force unravelling
The art of destruction born
For all things that live must die, unbroiled in the sempiternal war
Crumbling foundations, a species undermining
the order of the creator
Consciousness a curse of flesh
Send the Schistastomes a plague of death
Knowledge feeds their human needs, but they were not meant to venture far
Blind their eyes from these forbid words, show them not reality
Trembling now in the countenance of the Prince of slime
subject to the ever scrutinizing eye