Prestige Of Rebirth

Our Sun that spills forth
Our iron-clad sense of self sacrifice
Misfortune born to then disappear
The march of time, onward to demise
Toward great entropy
Restructured by translation
Sever ourselves from fate
Bask in the irrevocable warmth of the great light

Our toneless trance
Our selves disembodied by light
Immersed in the indistinguishable

Beneath the tower of rebirthing
Fundamental above our world of filth
Made deranged by biological currencies, satiated by their anomaly

Infinitely strained, to then bask white light
We make dull glory of the space we leave behind
Our gaze goes on feeding, fixed upon a body no longer of God