I'm here to tell you that evil will not triumph.
That the crippled hearts that cripple others
Cannot douse the blossomed flames of life,
That we are born from the death of stars,
That your terror is what will always save you;
That it is not the devil, but the solar dust,
That struggles to burst and push through
From the blood hot sun inside your breast.
I'm here to tell you that the eyes of stone will rot
In the poetry of history, the Pharaoh’s winds.
That blunted hearts grow blunter still with thoughts,
But do not die with dying's shedded skins.
I'm here to tell you that you have already lost.Fear is now my friend, my strength my curse.