It

When the great balance was reign,
'It' came from void,
Not aware of own existence.

When the voices were gone,
'It' started a yellow fire.
Not aware of own destructivity.

When the time was folding into itself,
'It' repeated every step of the light around it.
Not aware of own consciousness.

When the sparkle of hope was in the air,
'It' ripped out all blue in the world.
Not aware of itself.

When the Earth was collapsing into itself,
'It' turned its face to mirrors.
Not aware of me.