I toiled the road
Thorns ripped all of me
Anguish delight, joy morose
I shouted with all fury
Why me, why the Imbalance

But unbeknown to the carcass
It was an evolution to the all
A registry of the eternal number
An identity to be respected by all
The true and holy blasphemy

To know thyself O man
Ah, clear the path for the conqueror
The author of the book of life
Fiat be my words and thoughts
Mortal men, stay aloof, near not this fire

The attainment to nothing...

And here is my declaration


I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me: Isaiah 45:5