An Ever-Growing Monument

I was handed retribution, And from the ashes of a burning sun I arose
Out of the slumber of death, I staggered through desert and broken stone
Through oceans of dusk and rivers of dawn, I strove onward
Until in my darkest day, I became overwhelmed by destiny and was found alive

As the cracks begin to show, The filth arises and becomes anew in its rotten flesh
As the cracks begin to grow, The crude becomes humane as it dons a new crown
As the ashes fall like snow, The fire burns on inside this fragile frame
As the seeds become sown, The plants become an ever-growing monument to my evolution

From a worm to a man, From the ground I knelt to the clouds I stand
Beneath a fading sky and upon a fading soil, I plant my feet for eternity
As the future overshadows my past, Memories trickle in like nourishing water
Providing a shower of dust and petals, There is beauty in this decaying garden

As the beginning fades into the climax, A crescendo of illumination and enlightenment
I begin to understand, My mind comprehends, The end is what you make of it
So I draw in the sand a blueprint of my hand, Fingerprints upon my golden creation
I bow to my accomplishments as I salute to my destruction, There is beauty in my ruin