Seek within your own kind of depths, and tell me the tales of what
thousand lies. Yet, I have withered, but Ive grown again, and
designes my own blackness to judge. For as we all are aware of this
suffering pain, it drowns in this planets mortality.
Grand
changing cosmos offers to man in itself, myths greater than those
unexplored. If the light will seem as dark as the day, even though my
dreams were laid down for ashes, and the fates never were stated, nor told.
Even then I will allow myself the treasures of excistence...
Related with my own balance of knowledge. I am divined from the pain
and the pleasure, which has been gained from... all thoughts and
memories (from thoughts and memories obscured). As I feel the
Divinity of wisdom, float inside the veins. I am me. Master, but not
divine.
