I love to tell stories
And lie
And be god
And lie
And be god
I love to enthrall
And control
And be worshiped
I have seen the sunrise before the dawn.
I have tasted the air on that sweet scented wind.
I have been obliterated before heaven’s rocky shores.
My soul has been named and it means to be sempiternal.
The earthly man, the child of eternity, poised for retribution.
Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
For the moon that I cherish and the unceasing song that I rage to.
The end before the end without end awaiting yet presently imminent.
The point of all this is, and perhaps this is true even, that we continue on forever until the very last spark left inside of us flares in defiance of the night.
Thank you.
Never apologize.
Fight recklessly and profoundly.