PRELUDE: (XERO-10) "A Planet Unknown A Story Untold" imagined, theorized, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath

(XERO-10) "A Planet Unknown A Story Untold" imagined, theorized, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath

PRELUDE:

Soul to speak is a soul to reap, The voyage of INSINITY; in with the new end to rebegin. Eternal existence took out of the hands of imagination. Modified to see inside the eye of life, Timeless essence...
The words of a haunted Majesty are heard "WELCOME, To my kingdom come"...
Where life, space, and matter bends out of shape. Unconditional love cross contaminated with immortal hate influences destruction of misconstrued faith; Execution takes a stand above the heart that bleeds "The Death of Me" continue to be... Only to recreate a fictional fantasy based on fact that consist of a variety of questions left unanswered;

Currently pleasant dreams have became a living nightmare. A well known heaven has emerged into a holy hell...
Evolution of reflection was in competition with itself, none other; Multiple views of corresponding wisdom clash in the middle of existence. Dead center of attention, non existent elements evolve; equivalent to new unfound senses. Unacknowledged to the best of recollection. The idea of thought process has been washed to be forgot; A practice for intelligence to preach with out being taught how to be..
The position of my point is positively visible in more than one way; A mirror image displayed opposite views conclude similar aspects are better of two. Minds alike fight with the intentions of a triumphant victory, To succeed with malice is considerably prohibited by the Master of Peace. A hostage of beloved affliction; Misery. A vessel of equilibrium build by a contradicting King; Primitive to his own well being.
Blasphemy... Silence is deadly... Secrets are sacred. The truth shall be revealed; written on gold in red words, to be told. It is evil to speak when tongues are unclean. Filthy to see the teeth of a thief; Words to be heard in the shadows of purge. Now is the moment justification is served with a judge mental curse.
The enigma of Insignia is reawaken... To be a victim of rebirth.

The center of attention within the mind has accumulated wonders of why that have shattered the dreams of a childish belief. A deadly wish to see; begins with the death of existence. To originate birth after death, A vicious cycle. The thought of infinity was more than insane; an idea of a simple definition of ongoing, never ending possibilities of eternity. Fragments of high hope collapse... Unanswered prayers disintegrate... They both collide.
A silhouette of a beast is visible in the belly of a divine entity; Vertigo. A pleasant designated destination coincides with the atmosphere of Nataz; The Majesty. A thoughtful threat thrives on malevolent depression; An addiction to aurora will create chemicals that induce fictional colors to write the wrong of truth with words of past fact. This renegade of unique capabilities opened new chapters pre-written before the completion of existence. The poisons that created a visual concept of nothing were injected in the mind of an unborn blind.

Only to see, forced to eat, i could not starve; i was born, not yet but possibly dead to a world unfed. Unlike the rest who sleep beneath unmet dreams to collect a number that doesn't exist, buried alive in spite; only to die empty handed and deprived of the meaning of life.
Smothered by blood, protected by bones to live in darkness alone. Eternity would be blissful without the company of too much ignorance. I prayed to be; as i prayed to be undrowned in an abyss of self inflicted agony. I wish to be free; Yet again, along with my will to be. A bewildered beast; beautiful to see, a creature of creativity, I'm a danger to myself. I spent too much life being captivated with my worst enemy and my only friend.
Now that the aspects of light have been allowed in with a considerable amount of sin. The colors that created me no longer existed; replaced by false assumptions and evident-less accusations. I slowly became enlightened with the absents of abstract radiation. The natural stimulate that caused my sight to be influenced by sensational source of vision; luminosity. Compiled of electrifying clouds, a storm above my brain electrocuted my eyes with every strike of smite. Light minded to a certain extent of degree. I was struck quite rapidly in a flash of an unusual breeze. I am forced out; My freewill is obviously released, covered in the color of love... My imagination is now a story to live, it seems my memory exceeds; It has been completely erased by the light. I was deprived of a life lived blindly... My trials, my errors are no longer my threat. The more i have lived the less i forget. A life of line begins to be read in between words left unsaid.

Instantaneously loving everything that is seen, I patiently believe in the belief of a dream.