Must we sail this river of salvation or is there more? disclaiming essence
dissipates the flow, I will not follow as you walk blindly into this river
and drown in your own life fluid. Our time is but short, for we have not
eons, mother’s wheel's turn slower, the embers no longer burn as bright.
I kiss the feeble ground and awake to its every prominence. The horizon
reveals to me alone a vast shadow, a storm of blackness, a prophesised
deity here to lure us unto eternal damnation or fulfilment and bliss. A
last breath of foul air and a taste of life's never ending bitterness, I embrace the burning wind with open arms and turn my back, I now roam free of
mind and will, I shed not one glistening tear but pity you blind faith for
it will crush you.