The divinity we had has fallen apart.
From the firstborn breath from the very first start
Fading away to dawn’s antique grey
With most things we were suppost to name
from the whole Universe the æ came to be
a different perspective to a brittle degree
tumbling down materializing into a fragile host
whose aura is ever shadowed by a lurking ghost
Becoming a triad of amnesia bound
the little girls lost were never again found
as sparks that remain struggling in the misty dark
yet to prosper thus attaining their redemptive ark
eons piled overseas through clouds of splendor
earthly enclosed to a (in?)harmonious surrender
funny how its energy derives through our within
what we always thought to have started is yet to begin
Now… give us our name
grant us the same birthright we had
since the very night we came to be
N. Ego
by joel nachio
