I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless graveyard harbours by my own sea. One stone was cast in it's glass waves... Disharmony, infection. I sighed a storm that drowned them. Bare a foot upon my shore illumination. Tombstones... In the calm of the water. Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon. Choose and I may not... Bare a hand upon my shore illumination. Darkness. Life is not the answer. The hands are rotten. Fool's reflection, vanish now. I am still the disintegrator. Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver. In the years of brightness Until my hateful victory The garden grew... Withered thoughts and vivid words. Vanish now. I have cast the firemist For those in truth Shan't bare the illness. We are of His flame. ... The Revelation