Xanyr

Woke up far from origin "Prove true is false," they said Slashed the shackles with my scythe For us, a new world torn open Keeping balance in the stream Static, void, lambda, volatile, I return my best Hoping one day enough is enough Dying purely of neglect, the man was Buried, until time was Kind enough to reinstate, was The equinox tangible? Dreaming of a day when all lines up Taking five to heaven Fulfilling the soul-void Surviving the crucible