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.