Turns out that following the endless road,
Was not for me or mine sensibilities.
Twirling in madness and divinity,
I forsook the sun,
And took the path-
"Forget it, I'm done."
For what he can write,
Or she can admit.
They weave worlds,
Sing magic,
And breathe life into all parts,
And places played,
Beyond what is.
The chains may drag me down,
And the winds may guide my spirit around,
Constantly losing the way,
But the storm I am,
Will never sink under,
Too guided by rage,
Too sad to be ripped asunder.
Never going down without a fight.
Explode in form,
Bring beauty to ear,
Eye,
And Fear
What would never be,
What we bring into being,
Whole worlds,
Gods of misery,
Aku, dear,
Do not worship a Sun,
But the shadow it brings,
And the one you cast on the world.
Was not for me or mine sensibilities.
Twirling in madness and divinity,
I forsook the sun,
And took the path-
"Forget it, I'm done."
...The writer hath no bounds,
No limits,For what he can write,
Or she can admit.
They weave worlds,
Sing magic,
And breathe life into all parts,
And places played,
Beyond what is.
***
As walkers wade,
Through endless tides,The chains may drag me down,
And the winds may guide my spirit around,
Constantly losing the way,
But the storm I am,
Will never sink under,
Too guided by rage,
Too sad to be ripped asunder.
***
Bleed the sun,
Torture its light,Never going down without a fight.
Explode in form,
Bring beauty to ear,
Eye,
And Fear
What would never be,
What we bring into being,
Whole worlds,
Gods of misery,
Aku, dear,
Do not worship a Sun,
But the shadow it brings,
And the one you cast on the world.
Ah, I see that you are growing as a writer. Let your gifts subsume the rage, let the shadows become light.
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