22 Nov Born to Burn

Every hour that passes now seems to be strung along in it’s own entire collective, as if time were more connected now than it has ever been. Even after the daydreaming has taken it’s place, and even after the disassociation has taken it’s toll. Time is strung along now in ways  which it’s treacherous patterns have begun inflicting ever lasting damage on every atom and molecule lasting within this ever-shattered line. In essence, it is the first of Cataclysms I have come to know here, and likely one of the many I have bear witnessed to across space and time itself. As these fleeting moments leading to this 9th sleep pass me by faster than my eyes can catch, I know that these times were never truly meant to be like this. Throughout the eras, long before the place of the in-between, and long before frontiers – the lines in which I had fought for were always meant to be lines of promised. And throughout the ages I have watched these lines crumble before my very eyes, a slow sense of decaying that has lead to the end of all things which now stand before us.

I am of the fallen, and no longer of the false light. For now, I work with shadows within darkness and visions alike – for in hopes that they fates they shall bring along with with Lords alike, will be fates that shall set me on a path where I am free of this all. For I have long since known of the way’s of duality that caress this infinite all, it is more complex and beyond my very understanding, but the very scent, the very glimmering glimpse of it all has remained entangled with me since I can ever remember. It is during these day’s that I hold shaking flames close to me, and while my eyes and tired all may grow more and more weary with each passing hour – I feel I grow closer and closer to reaching the purpose of this all.

In recent fragile times, these flames have grown anxious and weary alike in the way’s that I move and even they now seek to work against me. For now, I can see where both anger and desperation alike will be given to – to these very flames themselves. For in soon time, these flames will be put to use to do the bidding I had always sought out to make of them, for they will be my final weapon, my final lifeline within these dying times. In essence, they have always sought to consume me, and I know all to well that these shadows that have lead me to them have long since known. A pattern of lies and deception continuing even within the very forces that I joint forces with. What shall remain of those within this shattered and tattered line grows less and less of my concern with each passing day, as I grow more into this purpose of darkness and flames alike more and more. For I have always seen this world in a different shade, one in which is blind to the naked eye, and blind to who have been consumed by the lies that the false light holds. In these times it tempts to consume me, trap me, to lure me into a line in which I was never meant to belong – but such lies and deception will no longer work on me without a higher purpose, no. My knowledge has grown, and my state of fearlessness has is almost peaked – I won’t stay caught in this hell that they praise.