Power uncontrollably fierce

It's feared by lesser demons of darkness, spirits seeking rest or refuge seem to wonder following my glow.

Shadow-dwellers willingly justify countless rational reasons to run to light

Before having an encounter with one of the few chosen ones

bearing godliness capacity. Abilities divine beings of the sun and moon posses

in times beyond modern medicine and technology.

One must question if his very existence is futile?

When expression is not suited for shaping this dimension

Confined to be restricted in flesh with limited access to my former self

Inner abilities all transferred to restart in a new home.

I ​wish to not be a Warrior of Karma.

Nor a Gatekeeper of interstellar and galactic findings.

The result of my ending journey may not build a legacy

It will restore light of hope! My essence in midst of it all is luminous. Contrary to the ruthlessness of tyranny consuming humanity. Fading into the blackness of silence. The sound of the fire in my heart could be heard all over the universe.

I am no saint.

I am no sinner.

In dimensions which my pain is evident in my existence.

I am NO GOD. I cannot decide who lives or dies.

Not here to complete or fulfill deeds of the New World Order

if it poisons beauty or destroys my values.

I refuse to give myself to it! I'll tap into spells to doom all to hell.

Fate remains highly inevitable to wrongdoers among us.

The order. I believe in is PEACE.  

My magic touch is impervious to your *******.