From my time to movement of mind I’ am free
to journey with emotive gestures in a sea
of dead metaphors in conquest of me
the water falls to nothingness of where I must be.

Sight envisions the might of the warrants
of daemons deterrent in your thoughts and moments
Open your autonomy of truth in yourself
what’s left is the death of conformity's breath.

My conquest in this act is passionate in jest
Let's zest beyond the flesh to a infinite manifest
A contest in life if there is truth to it's strife
Our God is the might of one's faith in flight
Light on your feet all wings are unique
If we treat the circumstance with emotional grief
then the gesture means nothing as you fall to defeat
I weep for the loss in reciprocal beats.

Hello angelic spirit, daemonic mirror image
your voice beyond sight, my third eye only see's it
Such an angel of matted dreams and feathered wings in scheme
Unfortunate happenings in beauty of tragedy
All focused vanity yields your imagining
Why do you speak with supposed groveling?
A metaphor of the age I meditate on this saddening.

Hello angel upon wings of hate, why?
Superfluous you speculate upon minute inclined
Divined as your belief, contradict your peace
Nomenclature of your feathers, you react to me
Into the deaths of your black hole soul of nothingness
Bereaved to the blessed you ingest your bliss.

Goodbye angel of greater expectations than I
would rather die for pure cause than live a lie
Such sadness fills the face when death is placed
in the midst of wild cards so dealt in haste
In singularity my journey is complimentary
through the cosmos and heavens I become infinity
My soul's obliquity is not without pause
flaws to such perfection in welcoming cause
is just in righteousness for the truth I lust
in disgust of much humanity that rots with the touch
then repent too late, when the gates are abroad
attracted to the light though darkness you sought
Pour in valorous hoards to the door
slammed in your faces as your tumble to the core..