The Flower of the morning is my star of the evening,
When it blooms at dusk..my body begins to change,
My thoughts become sedated and my mind enters a state of tranquility,
My eyes once brown, suddenly become pitch black,
I slowly become wrapped in thoughts of blood soaked scarlet..
I let the Shadow projection embrace me,
My left eye see’s shades of black, revealing the truth around me,
My right eye remains the same, showing me falsehood,
The shadows wings open and I begin to ascend,
Ascending to the highest peak of my mind,
As I look at down at the four corners of my mind,
My third eye awakens and I create the world as I see fit,
I have become the god king,
I am he who see’s both truth and deception,
I am! I am! I am!
I am he who will cleanse!
He who will purge!
He who refuses to kneel!
The sunrise approaches,
I begin to devolve into my old state of being,
For when the Flower closes,
The God King closes with it,
The Shadow carries me back to the dream..away from my reality,
For when the Flower blooms at dusk,
I will rule again..