Set up shop in my soul
and fill your quill with the ink of
Visions–these sights that seem
to sink below our perception.
I can see them, but only while
listening to the imagination of the
I need your silent worlds.
I need the Sun that hides away.
And these hungry forces,
all Light that leads Life!
They soak it up through their
veins, for nothing more than dried
pulp. Birds cry and scatter–
the fear of the cage overwhelms,
And we in our prisons, we
Know such atrocities, we
Know such Truths!
So we aim, steadfast and true,
with warm eyes and cold hands,
to strike fear from the fallen.
So the earth trembles, for it is
the fear. The oceans sink.
Birds sillhouette striking shapes
against the sky.
The golden Sun illuminates every
lie we misplaced before us.