IX Equilibrium

Hark. For I speak of purity. I am unconquerable. In my worship. I am invincible on my crusade. However hard the strikes may be. However deep the wounds. This blood immortal, bleeds for thee. In every breath I hear the silent whisper of your name. In

Curse you, all men whose coil is strong. I recognise the sparrows heart beneath the theatre of misery. Disbelivers shalt by dawn be forced to forever mourn. Curse you, all men that resent my empire. Cause I have risen again, at war this time. The tru

Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. Sacrilege. You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost. Demigod. Blasphemers walk among your flock. Despite your blindfold, proudly you car

Icaros, I dare you. For I possess the wings of faith. Though, heavy on my shoulders. No measurement can prove their weight. Still, a burden are they not to me. I am the challenger of gravity. The fear is not the fate I seek. My destiny will build upo