Immanence -

The gates are open,

leaving men behind,

seamless,

I’m passing through.

For all the ways,

I have been,

and the glimpses

of this godhead skin,

in the nightmares of kings,

I am free.

Tracing patterns,

to hold the visions of

what defines it all.

False, face to the ground,

I take off the crown,

Pawn, know your place,

You serve the path of the fallen light.

look in the eyes

of every creature,

and the reason of their search.

spective ritual,

to unlock the omniscient I.

Fade-eyes-delusion embers

cleansing all the

lies-systemic-doubt

in our deceptive perception.