CHAPTER TWO (WATER):
THE SOURCE

And she was shown the way…

Thrown in the sacred Entity
Flowing knowledge engulfing her body
Immersed in this rich source
The source of a pure Mind

Against her will, but still running deep
No breathing, panic, denial…!

In this ordeal only a chosen survives
Ripping through the void, she emerges

Acceptation
Submitted to her fatality
No fight against the current
She shall ride along
And make something of it

Liberation
Freed of her known roots
The weight of her existence departed
Bricks no more, waves are her walls
Foundations dissolved in waterish persistence

And she is foreseeing…

Cleansed spirit, she is the one
Flowing through her veins
The true power to reveal what will be…
Thousands of pure spirits
Drowned in oceans of tears
Depleted without resistance

Silence thorn by desperate cry
Begging glances without hearts to empathize

With a Phoenix’s feather her quill
The tears will be her ink

A drop of light, but a sea of nothingness
Thousands of pure spirits
Drowned in oceans of tears
Depleted without resistance

Her greatest fear was to feel what she feels now
An orgasmic fascination
To serve, annihilate and give her life away