All was a wasteland
Desolate and limitless
Above the inert flatness
Space lay immobile
While above the chaos
The motionless immensity of the sea
Was resting
When the gods arrived at
Where the shadows were deposited,
The shadows spoke
And agreed what should be done
Light
Water
Fields
Man
But man was flawed
They were always on the verge of falling
And when they fell
They could not get up
Now we must dismantle
And end you
Now you have heard
What will you give us
In exchange for the fire
That you lost?
"It will be completed the 13th b'ak'tun.
It is 4 ajaw 3 k'ank'in
And it will happen; a 'seeing'
It is the display of b'olon-yokte"
