Twisted Garden

There are things in this world
That you're not meant to see
Now the voice a deity permeates
You feel above yourself

And now you'll play the price
With your sacred life
When you ascend past yourself
You will gaze down bellow

A reflection of exactly how far you've come
Well don't you want to shine?
Rise and face the stars
Given second life?

Petrichor-stained destiny
Epicenter of entropy
Twisted garden
Laced with power

Portrait of the scattered flowers
You'll never be the same again
All shall bow in servitude
This is the beginning and the end
All shall bow

Gods of this world beckon after
You are bound to create
It blooms you will find that we're cursed
Speaking in riddles and games
As your mind transcends matter
New beginings you've made
Last and you were not the first
To the flowers they pray

Now all you have to do is finish what you have started