The Last Of Lucy - Creationist

My essence awoken and created
Ascending to levitation embrace my chi
Ambulating this essential desert, now channeling paradise
There is no time in this dimension, spacial relation just a myth
I sense a presence under my leery perception
Creationist make their presence known
Provoked invoked risen from stone
Purified figured disguised
And disfigured visions are triggered
Repulsive, revulsion, revolted

A signal arouses my senses
Trivial and brittle I lay between the trenches
Immense prestige, eminence retrieved
Vessel conviction depicted
My first life experience procreation
My purpose to shape and alter dimensions

Bestowed the gift of creationist
Why I have no conclusion or theory
Amend this blemished earth
Adorn the famished birth
Visions pulsate through my mind
Bestowed the gift of creationist
Why I have no conclusion or theory

Bestowed the gift of creationist
Why I have no conclusion
Adorn this blemished earth
Visions pulsate this famished birth
Vigorous exuberant vitality embodies me
Erosive exposure recultured
Composure untouched reaching its final form
Panorama illuminated, dangers now evaded
Fermented prometheus incarnation oblivious

A signal arouses my senses
Trivial and brittle I lay between the trenches
Immense prestige, eminence retrieved
Vessel conviction depicted
My first life experience procreation
My purpose to shape and alter dimensions

Bestowed the gift of creationist
Why I have no conclusion or theory
Amend this blemished earth, adorn the famished birth
Visions pulsate through my mind
Bestowed the gift of creationist
Why I have no conclusion or theory