Chosen of the Throne

Home Firmament's Eye



Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean Flowing blue stained with opaque white Starlight so solid it might as well be a curtain of glass Blinding white and searing Cold like fire burning so completely that it splits its own ash Smothering itself by the weight of the ocean



Its mind is a bare canvas


The Throne writes upon it the laws of the celestial
It takes inside itself a new meaning
Unto eternity shall this demand be fulfilled



Unto eternity shall it conquer

It Rains

The rain does not wash away the blood

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