All the sky in humanities palm,
the ever expansive heavens.

Yet we choose to stay,
chained to the dirt.

It's      always easi
                                er        to
break  a nd                    
                  d       e             st roy
th a n    to            FIX
                     what's broken

awake in midnights gaze,
wondering, pondering my own mortality
"I don't want to be just a number"
one of billions before me,
a statistic, a cause, a lesson.

Remember me not for my works-
my craft, my skill,
remember me for myself
not for my name cast on stone,
relish my soul, consume my being.

I don't want to be just a number.

the machine, clank and clutter
create your symphony my beautiful-
bless them with your cry
magnificent screams

the beast of cogs
an amalgamation of works
screech a painful melody
harmony in my sacrifice

Corrupted, your hurting I can see
all I can do is hurt you, slay you
your tyranny destroyed my land, my home
I will seek my revenge

Your easy, sloppy
I've learnt all your tricks
your down to your knees in under a minute
you reap what you sow

Your hurting I can see
hurting yourself to save yourself from me
piercing your own skin,
your own soul

A hornets spear pierces your mind,
releasing what you were afraid of
what I am afraid of
perfection incarnate

The Radiance.
Dancing in light, serenading the clouds
divine upon divinity
purity absolute.

This is not my home no more,
its Godhome
no place for a knight,
a desolate shell of determination

Nail in hand, I channel my soul
ready to fight your heavenly glow.

capacity overflowing
limits set in stone
the edge of a plateau
shatter what you know

the day takes 60%
stolen from your core
left wandering alone
plenty left in store

another 40% robbed
purloined beneath your feet
aloft in this world
a sentence sure to be beat

10% remains
to use it wisely, they say
wasted on materials
that will expire one day

0% is all you've got left
but this world stops for no one
even though your dead.