Burst through the churning floor
Divulge the liquid planks of smoldering wood below
Climb the marble stairs you are predestined to ascend
Let the world know you are the demigod, tainted and perpetual
Tread lightly upon the pallid landing and crawl toward your maker
Strike at that which gave you this painful existence
Depose your maker and take your place on the fiery pyre
The throne which you were destined to rule
And all at once stand and subside
Cry out in pain
Fall on your knees and crack the pallid landing
Turn and look your maker in the face
Scream at him for this affliction
Watch him push you through the pallid landing and down into the churning floor
As you fall sing the sad lament of your demise
Erupt into nothingness as you hit rock bottom
Because after all you are still just a child