Eyes open and close. Here and gone. Like wings of butterflies. Taking them somewhere else. Open yourself up. Bleed vermilion under azure skies. Fear not the scythe. This is who you are. Fear not the reflection. But let your soul ache. For this is blessed. Be not satisfied until you're one with Everything. Let Him perfect your faculties. The sins are in your cells. But your cells will lose someday. And your soul shall win in Paradise. Forever. Close your eyes and bask in meaning. Shelter yourself from meaningless clouds. He is Metsûdâ. Let his words be your carapace. Abhor all vanity. Abhor all pride. Imbue yourself with Love.