The discrepancy of the world tears apart at the liberty of the bonds
that we reach on our flight to the sun.
Fear inhibits our souls from slowly drifting away in the currents of
the strong rays.
Our love and earthly needs slowly drift away from the omnipresent
faith of the sun.
His tentacles burn as the light grows brighter and my faith is slowly
being torn from the serenity of my earthly soul.
The soul is being twisted and contorted by the ill will of the
destructive sun.
The soul exhausted by the torments of the sun only looks for peace
and serenity.
For the soul is now dying and the world closes its meaningless doors
to its begging chant.
Silence surrounds the sun as it sees its own seeds of death being
spread to the dark world, now the soul will suffer no more only to
find peace within his own emptiness.
