a cosmos within, created at will
by a mad and selfish god
expendable life, chained like a slave
existence is impossibly vague
in this conscious microverse
not a soul's life is deserved
in this very scorched world
any chance is crippled at birth
encapsulated, utilized
humiliated, left behind
the stars aligned by design
evolution's spark was just a farce
single-purpose universe
tumbling through the vacuum
in this conscious microverse
not a soul's life is deserved
in this very scorched world
any chance is crippled at birth
infinite, yet trapped
disenchanted, hopeless
brutality in truth
elusive knowledge
the world is on a thread
like the sword of Damocles