Prelude to Light

Touched of Tint, Blot of Ink. Stain of Color- a permanent marker bled across a translucent sky. Who shall wash this canvas of me? None. IAM the founding pigments real in this world. IAM Sapphire whose hope is as ambiance in the skies. IAM Emerald which passionately aureates freedom resisting the paling of assimilation. IAM Crimson which fights the rust called corruption. IAM Gold which defies reason to disappear and relieve the dark of my convicting call. Shine on! IAM Black whose judgement is firm in the face of ethics unwilling to be moved. Pure as the Whitest snow is my love for they who rally to the light these spirits forge. A banner without need of dictator, parasite cleansed- hypocrisy ridden and free from evil. Yes my friends it comes, the day the strong unite and petty perish- where conform IS a work for the Better of the nations who truly are from many one. Our Creeds erect from the smallest of origins- diversified yet indifferent. Birthed from a single womb raised together near and far but un-severed we spread we grow we in turn give birth to hopes and dreams reanimating old and resuscitating dead- for they are who we are and are to be. So let this infant cry with the loudest of wails heard above the mortal ear, seen beyond the mortal eye. Witness- Partake of this belated birthday- the dawn of our time, and the rise of an unsetting sun. Be born become invoked in these vessels of light our spirit. Never shall evil smog its aura! Pulsing visible and felt past the hearts of clay...be born salvation. Pulled from womb of good and evil- be born in us all.