Upon his throne, Khensu sits, the godspell’s mark still fresh, A world renewed beneath time's will, unscarred by mortal thresh. From the throne room, a quiet weight, three forms began to rise, Chaos, Order, and Time in tow, their might shook heaven’s guise. Khensu rises, eyes afire, his stance a steel-bound claim, He faces rendered aspects three, their gazes burn with blame. The air grows thick, the room distorts, reality bends low, Yet they, unyielding, wave him down, their scorn begins to show. "Hell is too kind," Chaos scoffs, their voice a jagged blade, "But power such as yours cannot, by mortal means, be stayed." Chaos smirks, and Order sneers, while Time, unblinking, speaks: “No hellfire waits for one like you, we've devised a new technique.” Time’s voice tolls, a solemn bell, the judgment now unfolds, "You will live, not as you are, but as all life upholds. Not just yourself, but every soul, each fate, each gasping breath, Reborn to suffer, love, and lose, to know the breadth of death." “Thus we decree,” they spoke as one, “your fate will be to live, Not as the god you once became, but all that life can give. You shall be every form of man, and beast that walks the earth, Reborn through cycles vast and deep, to taste each death and birth. The tyrant and the savior both, the hunter and the prey, The lives you’ve touched, the dreams you’ve crushed, will shape you day by day. Each crawling worm, every soaring bird, the fish within the stream, Each breath, each beat, each fleeting thought will weave your endless dream.” Khensu, for all his boundless strength, fell trembling to his knees, His soul laid bare, his spirit bound to cosmic mysteries. The Tetragrammaton then spoke, its voice a thundered hymn, “One final silence you shall know, before your fate begins.” The sound that followed shattered worlds, his ears began to bleed, His eyes consumed by fiery truth, his mind unbound and freed. He saw the form of God itself, unshaped by mortal ken, And in its gaze, he saw reality die and birthed again. The sound unmakes him—bones dissolve, his mind a searing light, The form of God, unknowable, consumes his final sight. A silence wraps around his soul, the fading of his name, And then—oblivion’s embrace, a world without his claim. Awake anew, he draws first breath, a cry erupts, unplanned, A mother’s arms, a soft embrace, oblivious and grand. The life before, a distant dream, a truth he cannot tell, Now bound to live each... And every life... until he knows them well!
