In deadly times like these, where you question you and where you stand, and crises arise, your identity is changing, tides have turned and the people you vowed sacred are now disappearing mutants x and holy faded jobless hoars cannot leave me alone.
Dear precious soul, being almighty one. Do not be eaten up by the evils of the world, the voices dared mock our own sacred holy lives. The bridges we have crossed over, the battles we have dared won and succumbed. The only light that flares.