Abyss of Hearts

For my hunger. Bloodless... Thirst

I drink from the sun it's blood, eat of it's body.

While the eternities stop to do the same.

Learning eternally.

O' Abyss of Hearts

The People of the Sun

There is an infinite sound calling promises to the promised

For first there was a promised land

And afterwards a promised people.

Coming together eternity defined itself with their glory and faith.

But yet I speak of the Abyss of Hearts

As If there were a reason to turn away from a person forever.

And we discover no reason, and accept our eternal purpose so as to find the reason, the meaning of all of this.

My jealousy has become infinite and quenched all of my desire. Desireless I seek the Reason of the Ages.

And yes the People of the Sun will empty the Abyss. For it is filled with broken spirits and charred essences.

Jealous is our creator. And jealous are the stars of his glory. For jealous hearts rule over the rapture.

The rapture like a messenger comes and goes as it pleases. Bringing us who are both alive and dead more dominion.

Freedom from fear, is being conquered by your hunger and your thirst. Having them consume your fear.

While the Abyss of Hearts weighs weary on us all. And the rapture comes and goes, until it has found the sound of its own becoming, in our presence