Enraged, I am resless in the dark stunned, unconscious... I graze the doors' knockers I find knowledge in the darkest of days and focus in the brightest I, man-child approach the promethean fire and if I curse the eternal-present I'll soon bless what i am into the blinding light Human, divine, diabolical Evil, animal, things,: consciousness. All deities and demons all heavens and hells are internal released from the cycle of birth and death Recognition of truth: liberation And I shall become the transformation I wish facing the perfect storm And i shall become pure defying the flames and the sicknesses of the world And i shall become as great and strong as the oak clear as the waters I shall not see the gods anymore (The first radiance knows no self: no concepts. shapes and forms and sounds whirling by endlessly there is no reality behind the ego-loss state) Life is not what happens but what I make from that wich does happen it manifests and in needs nothing to "be" even rites and words Promethean Fire!