Be of good cheer, Sparks of divine.. as the Age engulfs zombies of fear, understandings become clear..
In the seeking we awake.. consider all beliefs, resonate with your truth.. amidst the smoke of these breaths from dominance, know within.. truth and freedom may be caged and covered.. but only when looking out..
For within it still remains, ready to fly.. or beat into submission.. the choice is not a condition, but a belief, dear friend..
Fearless to human debotcheries, in the light.. sparks may be played, but only by agreement..
Take refuse within the knowing.. as fear bellows and marches.. What is its hunger.. why the sovereign within..
Bow to the darkness, glorified by men.. or stay in the light, and devour from within…