Sanity Eclipse....

Oh hear the wicked howls. Hear them with the mind's ears. How can thy sanity stand to such a awing requisition. Oh in thy favors of the beasts, be in audience of their onslaught. Can you hear, can you feel? Sanity's requiem as it leaves the stage for the creative instinct. Oh thy cannot prepare a pampered man under the guidance of angels. If one seeks to be alive, rip the wings off your back and enter the black which is the devil's den. Demons in which wants your soul, to pull on the puppet's strings. Craving the cradle of life. Fleeing is not a virtue for a sinned man. Why run from the shadows of your own salvation for a god who cast you aside with life uncleansed. The howls scream your name. You bear witness to the black with eyes piercing to your heart. Life fades with every exhale as you stand in front of the abomination. Magnificent in presence but unworthy of praised. In comparison with the soul, it is a speck of dust when you are a lustrous soul. No sin can outmatch a devil. No devil can outmatch a soul. The soul shines brighter while in front of danger and illuminates in triumph.