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