I filtered the wind to sense the colours of the air Projecting the graphs describing past and future The shapes of the living and calamity they bear Clairvoyance became a word far too weak Cynicism, awareness interlaced into grace A beauty from which my valedictory springs Forgive what seems sinister and crude to face Forgive my conviction to save these skies The wind of the north seems pleasant and lush Compared to the chill in my eyes at the time The wind of the north obey none but me Calm as the sun while deleting you all A withering process was programmed and set Annihilation unfortunately inhibited itself In the name of humanity the dissonance spread The heavenly became so ripped and blurred Dimensional rift that defines our existence Fragile and weak while mankind lasts To trigger the device that corrects and resets Focusing on routes, neglecting the past