To Feel the Creation of Godhood

In the sands of the central realm
Empathic reasoning overwhelms
Those who feel it
For those who are no more
And will become as such

Release is the only way out
To stop their own minds from breaking up

Releasing a charge down the hatch
Some of their comrades try to fight back
While others will not

Reparation of the q-lines
Universal seperators
In the room of the Creator
They turn everything on
And fight to defend what they've done

Burning from the countless souls
Suffering in immeasurable agony
In an attempt to return to normalcy
But normalcy is agonizing omniescence
There's no normal normalcy left