As this energy restart's over flown
isolating pain with Illustrations thus our convictions
our afflictions our endeavors united
Our love defined a declined selflessness exile,
Passions Achieved
yes , we are trace's of matter that no longer matter  
We write- the declaration, our orders 'to Design.
Painting Christ cries With what new tragic world order a view
a peaceful monk  chasing purity, forevermore a rising son with eyes
passion achieved
whom in which it is in thyself so curl with anger  
art thou thy future, thy nonage hidden aside deep waters ,Regressing Depression Defacing aggression with progressing a cure by pressing brush to canvas.
pushing a non existing perfection only for humanity a last
Passion achieved

Death is but a darkened door
That leads away from life
Love is but a little light
From a shadow cast in sight
Shame is such a sour fate
As is war and wealth
But we won't worry about those things
And so, we’ve saved ourselves

A monk and warrior
Such contradiction
He sat there
Quietly
Burning
With Such conviction