Communing with the First Form of Isolate Consciousness

Untangling a web of broken lies That hold together this dream Strewn and moldering with dead flies Just one pull of the seam Watch actuality fall apart Once one sees the truth The power of the great restart To those that commune With the first form of isolate consciousness Speak the name and will it into being Set the new laws of nature Beyond known paradigms Unbound in the abyssic seas to bring The death knell of known time Now free from corrupted mortal webs Burgeoning shadows take form No more false blinding light To those that commune With the storm that controls unrestrained chaos Speak the name and will it into being That isolate spark now a promethean inferno Speak the name will it into being Setapophis! Come forth from night!