Love’s An Energetic Design

A Vigilante of miles to regions Love’s an energetic practice Spark the legions Everyone burns for a reason Just resulting in human embers for 75 years With fire in our hearts and fire in our minds Love’s an energetic, equal design

Are You The Daughter Dreamer?

What matters in the middle of the night… Your target sole obsession Your soul rite The devil’s force within Shakes dead courage skin Left standing, All in

Generate Roles Of Custom

We don’t question tradition do we, we just do it therefore I won’t question that altitude of a higher ruin I’ll repute the stare whilst heightening the glare not a question of tradition though one of mortal spare

Free Standing Religion

Till I realize God is my mind and in that we created the stars and the heavens All throughout ourselves and through time Canvas creations link gestations My canvas is the Sky Father Mind marks day to night Mother Moon links night to heart Light to dark, illuminating Creation’s Star

A Sleeping Giant’s Rise

It’s like there’s this giant person inside me who knows what it wants It screams hush hush to the crowd Its desires must be spoken aloud

Knowing Key Is Power

Are not we the archetype? Is not our soul the master key? Is not our soul an incarnation of divinity? Therefore aren’t we the majesty? In essence a disciple of our Master Weave A universal spirit comes upon we We unite a trifold trinity

Torpedo Eyes

A forceful urge and a dynamite glare Torpedo eyes rarely spare Corners and ill-fidele They set a-laced High in taste Rounding the would be crowd to temper rates in corpse to fate Torpedo eyes line Awake