Timeless, windless, wordless, endless

Something from my past seems worthless

Memories I can't define

Of things I just can't seem to find.

A star, a storm, a great starship

That blazes on an endless trip,

A black hole comes and wakes my fears

The silent stars shed endless tears

Bended, ended, winded, rendered

Silent the crew disappear

I awaken the next day on a bed

To find that all my memories are dead.

Growing, rising, hiding, finding,

I can't fit in this strange setting

My past is lost but I am here

And the stars keep shedding timeless tears.

Timeless, without wind, without words, endlessly

My earlier nature was without value.

I cannot, it seems, define even my memories,

For things such as these I've never known.

A star, a tempest, an enormous vessel

Moving faster, yes, than the rays of Light.

A black hole comes and awakens my fears

The silent stars of the endless tears

Folded, ended, wheezy, returned

Silenced by this, the crew fade away.

I wake up the following day on a bed

To note that all my memories died.

Crescent, crossing, to hide or to find,

I cannot integrate this strange parameter

My past is lost, but I am here

And the stars keep shedding timeless tears.

An Eternal Wind with words unspoken

Indestructible, something from my past appears to be.

Memories, I know, cannot define things.

Though I am simple, it's hard to seek me out.

A star, a tempest, an enormous vessel,

Riding on the winds on an unstoppable quest,

A Black Hole arises, my fears fly,

To the inanimate stars, shedding unending tears.

Bended, ended, reaped, then returned,

They that were handed the Staff Of Silence Hidden.

On The Day Of Resurrection, on the bed called the Grave.

To find them all, my memories died.

The immigrant prevails, I seek His Face.

Though I cannot find meaning to this strange Spirit.

Formerly, I was lost, yes astray but I'm here,

And the stars guard His tears eternally.

-MEMOIRES OF THE LONG SUFFERING GOD.

A MELODY THAT PERMEATES THE SPIRIT.