Beauty is from beginning to end, and I couldn’t imagine what was but no longer is Capture the drop and its rings The first chant that echoes The soul is within and the vision is all around The stories I’ve lived to write From these hills I’ve walked and from them, I’ve grown Draw their essence and we find our way back to the center of these echoes Free from the illusion of a machine, we are in our false homes leading us away The path to mastery, here and will always be a noble life pursuit There is no golden palace in which I will arrive outside of the contemporary mastery A strife, a flicker of intuition that’s caught by the keen, watchful and reflective eye My rapid footsteps are hitting the ground as I journey inward towards this forest, it’s calling me deeper and now, I cannot turn back for the dusk descending in Pure and magnificent Once again, here and myself So what is it about this dark sea, and this endlessness of lights surrounding us? Why are we so different from them, and why is this everything I’ve wanted? All part of some spiral, but I can’t even see it This is a whole other world; the crystallized details around our star Maybe if I speak to the ocean, it will give back to me The seashore, for us, it’s like a place of gathering with the stars, not only above us So I come here.. to speak with them Chiseled into stone, and left in the garden Magnificent, but vacant upon our departure So take this book Our momentary perfection and words die, too if kept in stillness; unlike the sea ‘As told from my stream of consciousness to this monument’ Lord knows: written, or it didn’t happen Blood dries Seraphim angels require renewal and constant sacrifice in cycles through blood, and stories tell of that which lives in the eye of God

Imagine: beyond the ordered world exists a shadowed desert; and from the beginning, it was ruled by immortal hounds deities of the end At last, I’ve come to a barren river bed with a valve but to turn it, the desert seeks an offering - and with the turn, I’ve been cut I thought I was doing the right thing, or that I could get away from it Now could I see.. I’ve given in I realize, we’ve all been robbed of ourselves and the slave, he has fallen in love with the master The ego, he will dig the hole in search for the fountain the rites of his master, the crowned monarch of this dried riverbed, the kingdom of the shadow but he was the greatest fool - to think he could give all his blood to a river that would keep him alive! Bite the heart, and let go ‘It’s a great game of hunter and prey’ He managed to bury his head in the sand, so that one day he can awake to freedom from his pain but beneath the sand there is only more sand Was it his symbols that led him there? Was he too proud, was it the might of God that struck him down? Either way, he’s removed himself of the present, and now he dies Only that which is not flawed is inevitable Those promises of rights were a hoax And even the river, red as blood flowing in the same direction as the wind For us, it’s the greatest sin to lay down here and die So what is the truth, and why must this be? What have I learned in my journey across the desert; a supreme being that waits patiently Other than the drain is closed, the river is either gone or it was fake ‘It’s a great game of hunter and prey’

Here is one for my divine operation and sacrifice. This path is mine, illuminated on the water This – is who we are Just as our brothers; an expanding, burning light in the darkness I’m here, and I can’t feel the cold air So show me why it never works with anyone else – It never worked, and I hold that to my conviction! Us men, we never change; neither does this Whether alone or not on the front, with us when our guns are fired Break the spell, ignite my fire – watch the shining trails bolt and I’ll walk my way We march! Courage penetrating deep, and complete clarity Laughter fills my surroundings; “The kingdom is here”! – executed by those equipped with unwavering persistence and an undying faith, greater than the flesh Deathbed-like ascension, still frame in my mind It’s something kept from us Something that we are not ‘supposed’ to know It’s magic; this mind traps memories I must get away.. into the mind of the higher-self He will come for me, that - I will not question; Absolute devotion I was brought here by my pain, no one can hide from themselves So much of this is an illusion Thus – these walls will burn! This is a declaration of my own consciousness total freedom from those carnivorous apparitions for majesty to reign Go, go, go – it’s a fire in my soul! There is no heaven for a fucking coward! Abstained from lowered frequencies The war will never end, and we’ll never die – As for the liars that did, their names won’t be said Ever again Deathbed-like ascension, still frame in this essence It’s something kept from us Something that is so useless to say We’ve heard all that we’ve needed; minds trapped memories I must get away.. into the mind of the higher-self He will come for me, that - I will not question; Absolute devotion – this is how it must end

Open up my mind and my heart, unleash and feed the castle’s king Close your eyes, and feel up the staircase Hear the footsteps echo and the snakes slither back down when I free myself Renewed; hallowed, relentless in his pursuit Golden is the man; in his blanket of emeralds – and relentless is he, in his pursuit to overcome the lower man in himself and the world; as he perceive it Golden is the man; joyful, in his quest to see the king The Father of all Fathers. The man; the woman, and all that lives within him Even in suffering does he accept all costs; A stride for perfection, fabled, legendary, mythic, told and is to be wondered Sought by the lower men and women whose ears are ready to listen He is the student, by many names To wander, to look, and listen and be all that he was Open up my mind, oh golden one Joyful and mythic; proud and pure Teach me pain and I shall handle it with grace or shall I suffer until I learn power or die, by the weight of your truth Teach me, oh great dark one I am you, as well We are ‘all’. Plentiful is our life, and there is so much to learn If the world is ours, then to die by our own hand is the inevitable fate of all fortunate and unfortunate ones Let me now be the catalyst of this constant flow Wherever we die, if it is by our own hands, inward or outward – our divine and contemporary selves shall be saved by the immortal god watching over us It is him who we seek - above the castle staircase Our footsteps we hear echoing through the halls and the chambers Our anguish, our tears, our laughter, our love Hung up on the walls Screaming with laughter, our defeat, but our victories too Our devils, our snakes, our heroes and our villains Clashing together in this long war Further – in an expanding hallway Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever Clashing together in this long war Further – in an expanding hallway Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever Our stream runs black, and blue, and all colors seem to spew out Like waves of consciousness that together, form the sea

So onward, through the path of this burning soul Dopamine release and forest hovering above my skull This is the portal in which God speaks to me Here in my forests alone All meaning is here, in this ancient dominion that flickers in the conjurors eye Now seal the exit by stamp of pride and in my blood Dusk skies over the dreaming forests; always the words of this multiverse Once an old spirit lay supine, but in pursuit of the myth Dead dogs shatter and majesty bursts Wheel blaze rising upwards All pain and pleasure are one; above and below Complete isolation and clear intent Lies whispered now my weaponry Impenetrable force in the bleak and under the banner made of its radiant, golden fire It is still my honor to die while on the path and the life, the moving pictures scream my anthems at Dusk skies over the dreaming forests; the all of myth and grandeur Repel chatter by fire of my Sun turning in my core [Person I] “Preacher of God; who instead, wants to be God Remember, it’s the most human thing to want to live forever!” [Person II] “ -and I would rather risk dying alone in these woods than take that this legend is never true!” [Person I] “Preacher of God; who instead, wants to be God Remember, it’s the most human thing to want to live forever!” [Person II] “ -and I would rather risk dying alone in these woods than take that this legend is never true!” [Persons I, II, and III] “Preacher of God; who instead, wants to be God Remember, it’s the most human thing to want to live forever - and I would rather risk dying alone in these woods than take that this legend is never true!” - and I chase it again, in cycles; and in cycles transforms God From the clearing onward - fire behind me and within Here we are, the archetypes of the great chaos in search of the eternal and our escape Their roots extending from ‘where’ - but I seek to know ..and we’re all here, every piece of me or am I a shadow and this is madness seeking the beginning and the end? So where is God - Where is God? The all powerful and eternal energy, the force of life, death, love and bloodshed, creation and madness! ..but as me, a burning soul, you have no other choice in Hell Me - The burning soul; arrived here to die while on this path! Even if it’s no use trying to decipher what that means

We have entered a season of inward reflection and no one really cares There are those who sway to the rhythm, unknowing any greater meaning as to ‘why’, or where we sway It’s okay - It’s okay, we need them. We need them - to thrive in secret I couldn't tell you how many times I’ve needed something so eye awakening, a gaze into the sublime for that matter My words have become too repetitive, I need a way out! To shine through my dark and lead me astray - when I close my eyes and stop chasing something that’s been ahead of me Awaken within me, my future and my past selves Awaken with absolute power None lives within all of us! Awaken! Awaken! Shifting through dimensions, time and space - hear me call your names! Can you hear me? It feels like it was yesterday, and it feels like a dream Like it didn’t even happen! If everything, even the future has already happened, then what is now? And where the hell are we It’s just so strange.. it seems as though everything is in motion Unknowing any greater meaning as to ‘why’, or where we sway