May Whatever Cleanses Me Take Form

May whatever cleanses me take form
Breathe what is left on this abandoned path
As the newborn light burns the surface
Uniting with the silhouettes, supreme allegiance
When the air flow all around changes and the eye of the storm arrives
The pain is at its sharpest

And just a few raindrops accentuate it
Foretelling you all of the answers
By just leaving a trace when it rolls down your forsaken carcass
The grandeur will reflect as the blue radiated light overcomes the flood
Unreachable cries paint the eerie sunset

The still forgotten peril lurks unlocking the scarred doors
Comfort in despair, adapted to the blackening storm and the 10 wall - desolation
That force-feeds the fierce taste of the forbidden nectar to please Him
And all that is left of this delusion has become a vast reality
The divine, flawless shape tempts me
Digging deeper at each passing day

Dragging me through the ultra scales
To then be thrown beyond the outskirts of life
Not one human sense could measure or even grasp its monumental energy
No centre could be appointed, let alone, travelled to
Understanding it would mean sacrifice
To be where no aware matter would exist
The superior matter unleashed
The deliverance of Chaos and Light
Claiming the uprising and pale sun
Dull, within the isolation

Succumb, the everlasing incarnation
The widening subsistence, cracking the earth's surface
Its massiveness is overwhelming
Purity at its absolute finest
And within my eyes, it gazed at itself
Gloated by its gracious elegance
As I have become, I will proceed
With tenderness, onwards into power, eternal
The key soothes the void
Inverting your mind for not all that is sacred will survive the eclipse
Failure shall breed within the cataclysmic
And faith shall deliver your revelation