This feeling, heavily complex, easily understood, ironically simple.
One simple desire drove the god into perdition, losing all in an instant.
The search for a meaning penetrating his insides, destroying all, creating all.
It is done, it is changed. The transformation is complete. Hither is the drop.
A thundering crashless fall, a mute yell from deep within the soul.
A withering rose falling as it wails in desperation.
The dark cloud encloaks the atmosphere, and the road to perdition commences.
Shackra kora tukum akah.