He there when existence began reality’s sonata.

Resonant in its authority and importance in a bid to obtain affirming stigmata.

Resounding lives ever fail to perceive the clarity of oblivion.

Oblivious to the purity of the void’s song, sung in hell’s season.

He was the overture of this so called living pièce de résistance”.

Chaos wrought creation and it is in this anarchy he sings his opus.