The heaven called for the righteous ones
the world had ended before it had begun
The war was on, the swords had struck
the pain had been inflicted and the blade was one
who is to blame; not me, not you
destiny is but for the chosen few.
The hearts still beat, the war wages on,
its not us, its the devil to whom we belong...

As i descend along, the quest of freedom sinks deep within me. Freedom to run array. Freedom to shed all fears. A wild stretch to run naked. Stripped of every possible illusion of dignity. Screaming out aloud. This is who i am. Naked. This is how i was born. This is how i will die. Dont drape me into the morbid judgements. Into the disguise Of good and bad. This is me in my purest form. Let me be seen of who divinity created me to be. And not who i became of this world; hiding myself of myself and my God!