To its last diminishing light.

Heresy was a capital crime only for a repeat offense. Joan of Arc was tied to a pillar and was burned to death… to assure the world that she did not escape this tragic fate, they removed the coals and revealed her charred body. Joan was then burned for a second time to reassure the people that Joan of Arc (who was accused of heresy) would never come back, reducing her body to nothing more than a big pile of ashes.

Shining…

And so it begins, the morrow of my past and present.
A grave, dug by my tourney through twilight.
Support is not the essence for now I seek the veil
Keep me steadfast and locked within delirium.

Channeling… the plague of my satisfacion
for keeping my testament… the shining light
its time to dig deeper…
removing… as i journey towards the white lush garden

Its not about life really… but rather a moment… so much has changed on such short notice. I can still feel it, the damp desires of my deepest roots. I actually find it amusing… where you can only see the image the mirror hath projected… everyone acted the same way I thought they would. Amusing… and they still venture deeper into their own lies. Seeking redemption through pretention. How sublime… I’m still laughing you know… who is real here anyway? ) In this life there are masks that stay on forever… and for those who dont have any, a nice cheap makeup kit that stays on with that person knowing how hypocritical it may be. Mortals… such a pity )