I was a child when the fear found me Its cursed thoughts coiled around me Alas, I sought a path, to escape its sadistic reality My senses flood with fire and blood Presented in such simplicity The clean line quakes, splits, and breaks Liken to roots beneath a tree The one divides Before my eyes Spreading out like veins, the imposters now ingrained The golden streets will flood With warring siblings blood An endless strife to prove, their pathway is the truth As their battlefield burns, I walk away On one another they turn, I turn away Splintered by survival's self-serving feral jaws Accompanied by its prideful, non-lamenting claws You've created and summoned The destroyer of mercy And The maker of lost ways Detached I am drawn into the empty Expanding horizon as it is Slowly unfolding itself My vision is fixed on the smoldering sun, sitting low in the Formless hands of space Rays of light not unlike blowing swords ride in strange Patterns through the skies Violent waves of hiltless blades shift and shake, turning calmly From gold to white They sever all that is within their grasp until this world bleeds Soft and quiet before me In the void I hear the whispers of long dead stars tell tales of Order through disarray They lay behind the veil of chaos lies peace Possession triggers change into tangible signs to see Barren of the fruit to bear, they're strangers to me I wish them peace Respectively