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 ...