Nameless

I hold onto the ephemeral, I name my mind eternal, I speak to the devils of the earth, falter at their whims. I raise a blade against the light of the world, the human spirit that transcends all, I call on it's downfall, on it's eventual perpetual destruction and rebirth. The Pheonix in the human spirit is not on of legends not the mystical unknown. It is the power the raised our lord Jesus of Nazareth from the dead. The son of man, the son of God. The living God, governor of all, the all knowing, the all mighty, the arbiter of truth and plight. In his image, we were created. We inherited the likeness of God, we are destined to clasp the stars and refashion the universe in our grand ignorant ambition. Our unreasonableness makes us likely to succeed, and our stupidity frightens even the unassuming celestial observer. In the name of the aforementioned, I declare myself sovereign. I will not dwell on what was, I will not allow emotion to consume me, urges to dictate me, I shall refrain from earthly acquiescence and strive beyond the boundary of transcendental inner peace. The sinning fire of the heart cannot be quenched, and the greed of our nature will not falter in the face of reason. Nonetheless, we must be down-goers, rejoice in the mesmerizing beauty of our complexity, then be blind to it once we strive to better society. I cannot live in regret, I must stay away from soulless deceit. My escape from the uncertain and unclear, the unclean and untrustworthy will forever guard the shimmering incandescence of my all endeavoring human spirit. Wind and words. Wind and words. Love will come, love will go. Peace will come, peace will go. Success will come, success will go. Try not to get carried away by the whims of the grand bleak, but rejoice in it's folly, and celebrate the uncertainty; for it is the only proof you are free.