I see the vastness.
I see what I cannot contain.
Despair is my fruit.
Hope is a cleanser.
And I taste not of damnation.
But of forgiveness,
A sweet sensation.

I am eternal life to judge not dust,
For thyself is vacancy.
It is fallible that I judge thy choice.

An enemy of all,
Darkness consuming.
Endure to Appolyon,
Hope killing.
However, faith is not gone.

I light my paradox in ways,
Beyond ideas, beyond waves.
A fruitful taste I shall stray.
Yes, bygone days.

A light undying,
A light of nothing.
The externality of dead nightmares.
The me of which is unlit.

Try, never forgotten.
I seek myself when I not,
To pave, to not, has shot,
I am the eternal judge,
The light that will never smudge.