Unturned, unshaken and unmoved.
Through all things, my will has proved, an undying devotion.
Rooted in, and planted down.
No matter how many smiles and frowns, my soul does not move around.
Beyond the rage, beyond the sorrows, and threats of hate.
Through all those things, my will has proved my fate, an infinite devotion.
No ails, no afflictions too great,
These knees do not bend, and with it a loyalty that does not end.
Regardless of storms, and the earthquakes that try to shake me. Through it all, one thing will forever and always be, my devotion is both abundant and free.
I am The Devoted, the purest expression of unity.
Embrace the sun, for nothing is everlasting.
In time, all light fades.
No soul, no man, no thing is beyond its passing.
Look to the stars, and know that their light is dead.
Distant, cold and lifeless husks whose legacy is far from the truth. The lie, the hands that are red, stained with the illusions.
Encumbered by the dishonest, and false portrayals.
Into the dusk, all things tread.
The candle, like passion burns brightly in the night air, but burns away at a moment’s notice as if never even there.
Coming into fruition are all the things that were never meant to be.
The simple anomalies, the blatant denials and rejections, an imposed reality.
Culminating ruination speaks as loudly as it speaks clear.
Utterances of the things none wish to fall upon their ears, but the course is set.
Stay the course, and do not forget.
The feelings of the leaving moments, the fleeting nature of all things, and the inevitable finality.