We are the essence of the world beyond perception,
Force is the outcome of our arms ordained by the unaware,
Blood is the liquid between dreams and life's deception,
Noone will know when we'll raise our swords against the days.
The world's appearance
In the stream
Of time's procession.
In drapes unthought.
Thoughts that vanished,
Ended in smoke,
And fear they'll stoke.