No Soul, No Sorrow

Another day, another hour, another moment:

gone.

It’s the dawn of an era; get your ready on.

I’m going strong in my zone;

steady, holding on.

No weapons drawn;

that’s petty, Holmes.

Just let it go.

Is it really the

invisibility;

a sick ability

to Flip who I will to be?

Begin it in the inner me;

bring end to the enemy;

definitely,

I really will be infinity.

Live to see?

No!

I’ll BE tomorrow!

Chosen to lead but still free to follow.

I need to wallow

and feed the hollow.

For me, this means: No Soul, No Sorrow.

If I ever do live to regret a thing I did,

you’re wishing.

It isn’t happening.

The Mission Is!

Giving in is forbidden!

Who is you kidding, kid?

This is T.I.M. - All of HIM,

not just a little bit!

Without a guide on this journey known as, "my Destiny",

the best of me would Rest In Peace until the death of me.

Blessed be the affection that resurrected me;

lectured me in Truth.

It’s the Truth

that’s still protecting me.

And I love it;

my life,

yeah,

I fly above it.

Nothing’s sly enough to try to hide inside like I’m a puppet!

My spot is up at the top of this bluff -

I’m climbing up it.

I’m holding my Golden Cup,

watching others cry and covet.

My methods and tactics to step up this passage are better than average.

It’s like catching the pass that you threw in the past when

you looked at you in the glass and believed you could catch it.

That’s just Sethish in action!

I've sold my sorrow and soul

for: hollow and cold.

No borrowing - Sold!

I’ve come too far with this load.

Ask all of my foes.

They are on the low.

This resting place is a blessing but not my destination.

The declarations:

Be patient.

Embrace a Sethish nation.