Within night infinity I slowly drift
Over the plains
Desolation…
I gaze, time does not exist gere
But endless, eternal, me
A sculpture of the night I am
Nump… yet I fly… to explore… what is built
Out of hate
A king of this world I am
Thronebearer of hate
With clear sight I see it
Even though it’s dark
For me it is always
Sunlight cannot touch me
Neither it reaches my mind
Still I can reach it to consume
I am the face of wisdom
The punishment, damnation
The shadow I am, the wideopen eye
Growing mightier
A sculpture of the night
Brought to rule the neverending
I slowly drift… night…infinity
As the shadows grows
you can love an imagination, person who sacrifices him/herself for you. thats an interesting situation. this is the simple and respestable thing that believers dont confess. even its not real, we must respect that imagination cause we can never know a person made a real self-sacrifice for humanity, perhaps not jesus but in the thousands years of human history, noone did? dont let believers form your behaivings my friends. peace.