it’s a cruel
dark world,
void and null.
disorder,
in no
order,
the men
in suits
have their
plans
to push
their visions
even
further.
they want
us to
suffer,
and watch
us break.
and they
know
we’ve had
all that
we can take.
they want
to create
chaos
but we
won’t
lose
our steady
hands.
they can
prey on
us
and we’ll
pray for them
when their
light goes out
and they drown
in sin.
This piece was written after listening to AFI’s “A World Unmade.” I wanted to capture that same sense of collapse - the moment when everything false falls apart - but to respond differently.
Where AFI’s song sinks into entropy, Lights Out stands in the wreckage and chooses calm. It’s not submission; it’s endurance. It’s what happens when rage burns clean and what remains is clarity.
This is part of what I’ve been calling my HOLY VISIONS era - a stretch of work that lives somewhere between faith and fury, where prayer becomes resistance and quiet becomes a weapon.
It’s a meditation on holding steady when the world profits from chaos. On praying for the ones who prey. On watching the false lights fade, not with triumph, but with understanding.
The world’s still burning.
But some of us have learned how to look into the fire without blinking.
