You! Do you wonder how you changed the Course,
the "Flow of the Weave,"
Across your own Microcosm?

You should know of the Khyber Pass,
and the armies that crossed there over centuries,
Families crushed, raped, forced to change.

And yet, across this violent Cacophony,
Life,
Embryonic,
always endures.

So what to fallen Gods, worshipped by dying generations?
By Assimilation's weak dead grasp,
A page is turned,
A thread is woven,
and a generation,
to pass.