Holy Light

Holy Light

I am the fire that wakesThe sleeping beastIn the dead of nightWhen the justice fails I am the quaking that marksWhen the change must comeOr the house will fallOn the children I am the inner screamTo remind the smallOf the power they’veForgotten I am the remnant...
The Art of Blasphemy

The Art of Blasphemy

A lot of people make a lot of promises for things that they actually can’t control. Things that sound perfect but that betray the very nature of what is. People coming offering a constance that in it’s actuality is as unavailable as it is ill advised. Life...