WAY OF THE SUN
Scattering flowers
on my path of the Sun.
Throwing them around
to dry up and perish
like the world
I'm leaving behind.
Following the will
to cherish the sacred only,
guided by fire
within my blood,
the dweller of the abyss
shall be left empty handed.
This is a funeral
of the mundane,
a goodbye to the
notion of the »outside«.
By way of the Sun,
I'm heading home.
to cherish the sacred only,
guided by fire
within my blood,
the dweller of the abyss
shall be left empty handed.
This is a funeral
of the mundane,
a goodbye to the
notion of the »outside«.
By way of the Sun,
I'm heading home.
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