Sunder

what I strive to be is what you do not See. I see all the true Light that is this deep Darkness. I am a prisoner of my own freedom. the white Flames that still burns me are now but no light; I shiver in their once so blissful presence. now they only serve the Cell of my Mind, torture to my infinite Spirit and so boundless to my Body. others try to forge themselves on me, but their hammers can not rend asunder the grand Armor of my wise reality, clear. even I still Bleed. My Planet shall suffer forevermore. none shall resist, none shall live. My Light has such Darkness, consuming the sun of my Being, sundering it naught, VOiD.

Sun

Soar through your Skies, fly and Drink the grandeur of its VOiD. go downward, to the abyssal Bottom of all, seek relentlessely what is being hidden from everyone as this Planet is the never ending of lies. they do not hurt, its the Light they hide that Blinds you! seek not the Brightness of their Purity, but what they beacon. let it not Burn you, little Moth of what you became, for you will force your very life to incandescently loose its own Shine, growing Cold. let not the Shadows Bleed you like the Thorns they are, rather take these Scars to strengthen your Flesh, use your very being into its suffering as to Erode all these prejudices and useless morals from your individual. accept your very existence and live the complete Sun that you are.