Embodiment of the Divine

"I shall return" the sky lost its tint at full sun, grounds blazing with flowing crimsom. She embraces the fires with a promise of reunion, wilted petals of lotus perfumes the air. All the wait is worth it, but fate shall not worry about. Scenarios sticking as time calls upon itself, an endless cycle with no corners. The goal is clear, the path fogs in, eyes engulfed in pitch dark veiling his will, to live? or to let them live? fingers pointing like arrows dressed with rancorous utters. It's time to be good not nice. With a lost sence of time, he ramps endlessly in the horizon of the abyss and the heavens, only to realise he belongs to nowhere. Shackled with cursed threads, fallen with wings cut off. Mist surrounds, lost in the 6th dimension, feet wet by the waves of hardship. A voice, soothing, drums his ears *hicks*. Polarity at its extreme, makes equilibrium. A sence of mind, between consciousness and death, midst of day and night, neither midnight nor noon, realization shall rush to reality.