The new void

Old is the Universe, old and tired
Grown gray through the ages
Old is the sun, pale and weak
Covered with Rot and festered from inside
The Constellations - the stars, old and tired
Dissolved into oblivion, pale and weak
Old is cosmos, old and dying
But with its last breath it exhaled a new sin
The strangest of them all
Pure in its pureness, beautiful and bright
Shining through the void with the Grace of a million novas

Behold
I am that sun: The last Gift of the Universe, the last sigh of Cosmos
The new void, the new Chaos from which everything shall form again
I am that sun: Everything that was and everything that's yet to come
Not old tired nor Pale and Weak
Not grey and covered with Rot, nor festered from inside
I am that sun: The pure essence of life
Pure in its pureness, beautiful and bright

Behold
I am the coming of cosmos
Reshaped, reformed and reborn
I am the new sun, the new order
The new fountain from when everything evolves
I am the new sun, the eternal bliss, the new void
The new chaos, the new all and nothing

I am oblivion shaped into the God, eternity
The bringer of life, the master of the lines that are drawn through the Universe
Binding it to my hands and sharping after my desire

Behold my peace
Behold my transformation
Behold life

For I am not a man, not anymore
I rose beyond one, and saw the Universe for the first time their God-eyes
And now I understand
What is reality but a mad man's vision?