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Eniyans 3d
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Last Libation

From the same chalice,  
we drink to our heart’s full—  
the elixir that takes,  
though we may not rise with the sun.  

It has the taste of almonds, of grapes.  
Let it burn down our throats,  
let our shadows stretch long in the dusk,  
whispering secrets only we can dare speak.  

We toast not to victory,  
but to souls almost forgot—  
to dreams, vast, beautiful,  
yet never to be.  

If this be the last—well, it is.  
Let it be bold, let it be deep.  
To the wine that blooms  
as it withers the vein.  
To love, to loss,  
to promises we keep,  
to the drink that takes,  
yet leads to the lord.
Eniyans Jul 1
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The One, True King.

He's the commander of all that exists
The Almighty, the Ever-living,
The Sustainer, the Last, the manifest, the hidden.
No slumber overtakes Him, nor sleep–
Chaos will flood the land.

To Him belongs all dominion and praise.
So glorify His name–
In the stillness of the night,
At the break of dawn.
In moments of joy and trials overcome.

He created all there is–
Man himself,  and all that makes him a man.
The waters— oceans, seas, lakes, rivers and raindrops.
The unseen, yet felt.

Before time was carved from the void,
Before the pen was created –
He was —
No "was" before Him, no "will be" after.
The uncreated, the witness, the unmatched, the Everlasting.

Mountains crumble at His "Be"
Oceans kneel where His winds decree.
Thunder strikes where His lightning shines.
Yet He leans near when the broken plead,
Dries their tears when their hearts speak.  

So roar it till the cosmos shakes —
There's no God but He.
Let the heavens quake,
Let the earth submit.
Let all that there is bear witness: This is it!

He's the truth no falsehood can eclipse,
The name that cracks the idol's lips.
The breath that keeps you and me going.
The name that sends shivers down the spines of our enemies.
The touch we need in our lives to forever accelerate.

The Giver of life, the Creator of death,
The Light, the Guide, the Propitious,
The Just, the Judge, the Maintainer.
The Truth, the Trustee, the Exalted.
The Delayer, the First, the Last.

Who's worthy of worship if not Him?
Who's worthy of praise if not Him?
For when creation turns to dust,
Only His face remains.
So bow in awe, repent, and proclaim His greatness.

Let the angels be free
Let the skies surrender
Let the earth cry
Let the waves rise high.
Eniyans Jun 14
Oath By Nature.
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By the sun—
Shining bright in daylight,
By the sun—
Beautifying the sky with its golden hue.

By the moon—
Glowing with perfection,
By the stars—
That whisper across galaxies unseen

By the raindrops—
Gently kissing the earth,
By the waves—
Powerful and majestic.

By the wind—
Whose touch is soothing,
By the greenery—
The breath of nature’s pulse.

I swear before all that exists:
I’ll love you not just by choice,
but by destiny—
in health, in strife,
in every misunderstood moment.

My love is eternal–
My oath complete
Eniyans May 31
The World Without Me
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What if I never existed—
no footprints, no shadows.
Would the air sit lighter in your lungs?
Would the clocks still hum
the same absent tune?
Would seeing the sunset
mean the same to you?

If I never were,
you wouldn't know to miss me—
there'd be no me to haunt you—
like a book never written,
like a song never sung.
Its absence isn't felt
because it was never there
to begin with.

But now—
now that I'm here—
allow me to pierce
your delicate soul.
How would your world bend
if I left?
Does the air sit heavier?
Do the clocks stutter
when they strike the hour
I once filled?

Yes—
undeniably,
my absence would fill you with ache.
Our memories would replay—
each one a shard
you'd turn in your hands:
blood and gold,
something to cherish
for a lifetime.

No voice to carve the silence,
just the echo of what rattled:
my rants, my laughter,
my light against the walls—
gone.

My hands—
once woven with yours—
now just empty space
where your fingers ache for mine.
My warmth—
no longer felt
like a star's afterglow.

The thought alone
cracks the sky,
splinters my ribs.
To write the world without me—
I bleed ink,
I choke on the dust
of what I'll erase.

The world without me—
a wound that won't close.
Eniyans May 31
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Presence Over Presents

Emotional presence and connection–
are needed in a child's life.
Material gifts can't replace
the time,
the attention
that a child needs to feel loved and valued.

When was the last time you looked—
really looked—into their eyes?
Not just to check,
but to see.
To hear.
To feel the world they carry.

Many have wounded their children silently—
taught them to sit with shadows,
to embrace the dark as comfort,
to swallow their truths whole.
You've drawn them into the shadow of your absence,
into a silence no child should be made to know.

This is not parenting–
it's emotional abandonment,
it's silent neglect,
it's love postponed until it no longer beats,
nor knows how to.

Parents–
reassess your priorities,
reconnect,
revive what has been lost.
Don’t let your absence
be the first to teach them how to carry loneliness.
Eniyans May 28
Sometimes,
it’s better not to love—  
so peace remains yours.

And not to hate—  
so peace stays yours.
Eniyans May 11
Love After The Fracture
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It does not return—  
not the way it once was,  
unbroken, uncaged,  
trusting what is.  

Forgiveness comes,  
soft as a suture,  
but the scar remembers  
where it split—  
the ache lives  
when the wind whispers your name.  

Now, it flies lower,  
afraid to explore the sky,  
and meet a heavy fall once again.  

What would you call this—  
a ruin or a revival?  
The love that remains  
is not the love that left.
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