Swallowing whole the essence of future comings,
Truths are truths for they have been seen,
But I make my truths as Master of Belief;
Spilled blood coats the throat,
Each whisper a kill,
All know who have loved me,
I've swallowed my fill;
The fuel to the fire inside my own,
Surely it shines as golden glowing embers,
But truly it burns through me without remorse,
Sinking in fire too well fueled;
Crawl to her side,
Blood scorched and withered,
Strive to cleanse and purify,
But shrivel in ash;
Born anew in that moment,
That moment of peace,
All was quite
All was found
All else ceased
Free now the sea,
I've heard it's roar,
No more stone or branch or earth shall yield it,
Dampening now as never before
I lay down my rod and lay down my net,
I lay down my words and lay down my shield,
You've asked them put down I dare not wait,
Open to death in the cruelest of fashions,
But born again for this moment,
As Master of Belief this is my fate.
