Necro-Chromatic Poem by Wamii Flyer

An entangled silver necklace
Chaining the maker, God

Up above the clouds
Or down in the pits of lava

Flawed construction of the worlds
Caused it to split into galaxies

Lit the flames of one beast
Ready to take God down

No, it didn't blow away from Hell nor Heaven
It was like you and me

An ordinary creature
With the wrath of a thousand gamma-ray bursts

Born from the dead's rage
Powered by forbidden desires

Collapsing the creator
On top of himself

Devouring existence
Crushing relative time

Now, we worship the new
And improved God

''We called it conscience.''