The Demiurge and the Deluge
The world, all broken and soaking in sin, withstood the weight of its tragic chagrin
Incurred the wrath of the Demiurge again
The Deluge of fire falls upon its foul kin
The flood, and the blood, of a fallen race
Will stain and great pain will come to its place
The fire burns the liar and the world to its base
The hate meets its fate with great fear on its face
The Demiurge, that Creator, mysterious and strong
Floods the earth, but with fire, and it won't burn for long
It purges and it cleanses all the wickedness and wrong
But the Demiurge forges a new world
Filled with goodness and song
The blacksmith, twisting metal and heating the stone
That Demiurge, that forger, desires not to be alone
He longs to forge children who are righteous when they're grown
Noble heroes and leaders who've reaped what they've sown
They've sown only rightness and goodness and courage
The Demiurge's deluge served its great purpose
Now the new world holds nothing but hope
No sin holding it hostage at the end of a rope
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