Creator as observernCongruent systems collapsingnMutating waveforms to become sight, sound, touchnA sick perception is now my only link to realitynScorched eternally blisteringnYet I prevailnMy merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abominationnwith a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastationnThy vicious modus operandinObserver as creatornBeguiling unstable electric formsnThese fools of judgment, they thirst for unputenDraining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us,nsterilizing our human formsnShredding tissue, fracturing bonenBurning synapse, rewriting consciousnA burial reforming of featuresnA hideous cleansing of GodnSelf purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations