Betrayed by the light of a Redemption song,
I locked my heart where the secrets belong.
But the breached wall is where the Philosopher begins,
To cast out the lie that is the art and let the man in.
There is a map of a ghost I once knew,
A Mirror I willfully shattered to get a better view.
No more muffled whispers in a gallery of stone,
The 11th Hour is at peace when it stands on its own.
The sun is the only heat that I need,
To purge the False Hope and follow the creed.
The Price is a burden which I’ll pay with my pride,
With no more lies left gasping inside.
Words and actions are the blades that I sharpen in haste,
Wisdom is knowing which breath not to waste.
My lips are now welded; the silence is gold,
The story is mine—and it’s finally told.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
Betrayed by the light of a Redemption song,
I locked my heart where the secrets belong.
But the breached wall is where the Philosopher begins,
To cast out the lie that is the art and let the man in.
There is a map of a ghost I once knew,
A Mirror I willfully shattered to get a better view.
No more muffled whispers in a gallery of stone,
The 11th Hour is at peace when it stands on its own.
The sun is the only heat that I need,
To purge the False Hope and follow the creed.
The Price is a burden which I’ll pay with my pride,
With no more lies left gasping inside.
Words and actions are the blades that I sharpen in haste,
Wisdom is knowing which breath not to waste.
My lips are now welded; the silence is gold,
The story is mine—and it’s finally told.
02-03-2026
Part I: The Archive of Sovereignty
