Omega Point

The grinding gears of gods dictate a perfect pattern From which no hint of deviation is allowed The turn of cosmic cogs, the spinning dance of atoms Bite and bind in rhythm, to drive the system Movements in the mechanism Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Now every form of life converges to the centre Seeking communion with the primal source Imposing shape and order, upon chaotic matter Form adapts to function, though evolution Life exists in constant motion Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence Becoming one, with the infinite at last In the absence of balance, there can be no convergence Behold the alpha, becoming omega No beginning, no end, from alpha to omega Out of nothing, we ascend, converging to the centre I am the alpha Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection And find that it is almost in our grasp Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence Becoming one, with the infinite at last Omega point is almost in our grasp Becoming one with the infinite at last