'The most dangerous of all negativity is anxiety, self abuse and untruth.'
The skies thundered in fresh outburst,
I believe it were blood that rained, fury,
Higher than all sense of indignity is
the wrath of Ein Sof* and his creed.
The realm shifts, obscure patterns change,
A satanic indulgence reforms the world,
But the anxiety over self-motives still remain,
The skies settle, it begins to rain.
Constantly assuring that my hands aren't
red with the blood of comrades is a habit,
But in an unruly battle, no choices are left,
When even death is a masterful theft.
I notice the dark shadows beneath my eyes,
I am wary of the doubt that creeps, clawing
into the threshold of peaks unclimbed,
There I see a spot untouched, it bears the tag
'FINISH', furnished because I shall never reach.
The blind world continued its walk,
With a stick pointed up,
No soul shall stutter nor fall,
In front of them an obliterated world, but
for them the stick is salvation, the truth!
*Ein Sof - in Kabbalah, is understood as God prior to His self-manifestation in the production of any spiritual realm. Ein Sof may be translated as "no end", "unending", "there is no end", or infinite.