It is I, the Divine Collider
Faint mystique
A soul rewinder
And I have come to find her
To correct an imbalance
In the cosmic census
Her grace and gallance
Her missing presence
The source of waves
Felt transverse
The limbic chaos paves
A perverse maze
A delirium and a half later
She is found once again
Her body betrayed her
A corporeal traitor
Faultless in a sense
A negative chance
Dissipates the tense
The body acts as a kind of fence
Alas the heavenly plan
Had run its course
The Divine Collider did all that it can
The woman is no longer a man