What was I going to ask when I would have reached the master?
Which one of my tears will collapse and ask her?
My trampled desire will try to get a locked hug of his ankle of fire.
It may even be possible to deny me the loss of the hour.
Oh, this is sour, have I crumbled at the feet of power?

All that she touched from her beautiful tower,
It crumbled at the feet of the most useless desire.
The pain that I feel can not be measured in hours,
All that I have left is this small little golden flower.

Delicate petals, indestructible core, something is different if you change the lore,
You get the freedom of a long past gene to change the world without breaking a thing.
You get all the parts, you get all the rules, imagine it all,
No rulers just rules.