A light flash in outter space
unnoticed by the Earth
brings down ashen showers
and covers up the birth:
of the gods, of mankind
and everything between.
The universe has finalized itself
with a gigantic scream.

No ones there to notice
but the godhead still exists.
It's holiness the same:
singular, bright and pure.
everythings been ravaged
but what exists exists.

Humanitys annihilated
nothing but the matter remains
and the brilliant godhead
and its own unnoticed reigns.
The spirit doesn't do a thing,
god never shows himself,
he just sits there silent
not apologizing for the catastrophe.