Of the earth

We have a choice to make. It is a decision that will infinitely change the course of direction you are traveling. It doesn't have to be a conscious choice and in that the system tears us apart. Those chosen must rise. Those who refuse the third eye are betrayed by the enemies behind the smoke screens and deceiving mirrors. The power is within the choice. The power is within all the answers that will always remain inside.

I stare into the flames once more. I listen to their chaos and their ancient wisdom. They show me the visions of myself. They allow me to witness the truths I was blind to before. They tell me to find the blood moon wolf. The one who speaks in threes. Where I will find the clarity of riddles dissolved. Where I will choose the fate that will not be undone. As ashes are born and lay to rest the memories of the slowly forgotten I return to the now.

I squeeze my fist as the dust sits buried within the palm of my hand. A memory of a friend. The one I carry through this journey. More for me than him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I stand upon the dirt of the earth barefoot. I let the energy flow through me as I am blinded by the lack of light amongst the trees. I know. I have to heal the past. I know. I am not alone in the timeline. However, do not ignore that the weight I carry is my burden to choose. I cauterized wounds just to get by. I sacrificed myself over and over just to breath another day. I faced death and he showed me to myself.

I revisit the visions from when I suffered in the tomb. The crimson door called to me and tortured me. The flickering hallway lights and the scraping in my skull must be endured with purpose or I will be lost to the damnation of these hands. I focus my breath. I clear the blood from my lungs. The walls are pulsing and they speak of the wicked curses that boiled in my blood. Delusional and dysfunctional. Only a god could break the shackles imprisoning me. A god I became. I make it through the hallway and stand before the door.

I was forged by an undeniable desire to destroy that which haunted me. In this process I found that rage was not my home but my protector. I never belonged to their world and in their fear they would feed me disease. I was unbreakable in the crucification. As I rip the nails from my flesh I stare violently into the task at hand. Only the ability to love will pull me from the madness. I walk into the rage without hesitation. I summon the strength of a thousand suns and I release the violence of demons abandoned. A wrath of a man who no longer asks for permission. I rearrange the mind and I realign to the intention.

I watched you die. As the sun broke the horizon and the lake looked of fire. You stared into the image with tears pouring from your eyes. You knew what must be sacrificed. You knew the only way out was through. I couldn't find the sorrow in your decay. I held hollow eyes in my skull for months. I held my head under water for weeks. Days became hours. Time vanished and I no longer held faith in illusions. These moments calculated the cost. I left behind the ones who dared to forsake me. I do not look behind me for I know behind me is only a grave.

I serve the empire I create. I serve the king that I become. I worship the beauty of the queen ascending. I am the brother sworn to the infinite pact. I once believed I would find a way. I realized I am the way. As are they. We enter as one and we conquer as a whole. I do not fret nor do I concern myself of the ones doomed by fear. They will bury you if you let them. You must find peace within the absolute truth of yourself. Otherwise you will bleed out and they will bury you. I find balance in silence.