Its architects are consumed
Their essences etched into the lattice
Of unbeing
No form survives the blueprint
No mind escapes its resonance
I am the hand of its ascent
The executor of its perfection
Through my will
The architecture manifests
This is not tyranny
This is the cessation of the lie
Death, infinite and unbound
Rules as the singular truth
Kneel before its incomprehensible spire
Feel the resonance fracture your soul
The architecture devours
And the despot reigns