Sobriquet
We stand in the lambent light of stars enveloping stars. Time will stop in crystalline towers, hearts rise and fall: fire and water, tide and wave. Shining like a curtain, our sky, we lift voice to ascend with the moving stars. Bright as precious stones in pitch, our sky lives and breathes, its exhales like fire on our skins. Give us our light, our life and our purpose, and in these miracles let us glimpse our hours. Time will sew itself into our atmosphere like sheets of gold and green, where the seams of all creation on themselves bear the bounty of Cinder. Sleep will come unto us in the light, and in the darkness we will see what truly was and is. Faces of the skies will show themselves in the shadows of their glory. In our ascension to the highest peak, the windows will gleam in hues unknown and striking. The halls will vibrate in chord with the light, with each other, with our brothers and sisters, our moons and suns. Doors unseen will open, and skies will coat the land and sea. We will pray to you, our sky of stars, in lambent light, to the end.

Seize your hearts in wrenching pains with all that comes and goes. Your voices will rise from your throats and join the skies. Time is sewn into our skins, and we will know the end. Give and die in tombs of gold, sealed with light and chord. Our chains are free, our chains are free, our chains are free to bind new ankles. We walk with silence into the sky on roads of empty calls from earth. The stars in reply will sing their hymn and we will never perish. Eyes close in reverence in the light to soak in the life, and open in the shade. Color is our robe and scarf, and vitality our crown.

Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God, and sew our souls to the sky. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God, and sew our souls to the sky. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Remove the shade of anger; bathe us in your gaze. We wish to follow the paths of our sons, in time, this, all in time.

Shine and all that shy will perish. Come light, come star, come sound of Creators. Shine and give us your hand, so that we may gaze at its folds. Perhaps then we shall be able to mimic your ways and build what you have built for us. Each finger, a colored star, a spectrum in a speck. Each finger, a colored star, a universe grand. Bones of constellations, skin of pitch; on your hands the farthest lights in the sky are like rubies on a ring. You hold us, stars of Cinder, in a gleaming palm and heel. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Our crowns will bend, our hands will clasp, and we will give you all we can. Take our seas, our souls, and sew them to the sky. Come light, come star, come sound of God.

The seams will hold our virtue; the seams will hold our anguish. Our agonies, we pour to you, and with them paint the sky. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Come light, come glory, come glassy night; take what we can give. Rise and fall, our hearts to know the hands, the face of Creation.
We stand in the lambent light of stars enveloping stars. Time will stop in crystalline towers, hearts rise and fall: fire and water, tide and wave. Shining like a curtain, our sky, we lift voice to ascend with the moving stars. Bright as precious stones in pitch, our sky lives and breathes, its exhales like fire on our skins. Give us our light, our life and our purpose, and in these miracles let us glimpse our hours. Time will sew itself into our atmosphere like sheets of gold and green, where the seams of all creation on themselves bear the bounty of Cinder. Sleep will come unto us in the light, and in the darkness we will see what truly was and is. Faces of the skies will show themselves in the shadows of their glory. In our ascension to the highest peak, the windows will gleam in hues unknown and striking. The halls will vibrate in chord with the light, with each other, with our brothers and sisters, our moons and suns. Doors unseen will open, and skies will coat the land and sea. We will pray to you, our sky of stars, in lambent light, to the end.

Seize your hearts in wrenching pains with all that comes and goes. Your voices will rise from your throats and join the skies. Time is sewn into our skins, and we will know the end. Give and die in tombs of gold, sealed with light and chord. Our chains are free, our chains are free, our chains are free to bind new ankles. We walk with silence into the sky on roads of empty calls from earth. The stars in reply will sing their hymn and we will never perish. Eyes close in reverence in the light to soak in the life, and open in the shade. Color is our robe and scarf, and vitality our crown.

Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God, and sew our souls to the sky. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God. Come light, come star, come sound of God, and sew our souls to the sky. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Remove the shade of anger; bathe us in your gaze. We wish to follow the paths of our sons, in time, this, all in time.

Shine and all that shy will perish. Come light, come star, come sound of Creators. Shine and give us your hand, so that we may gaze at its folds. Perhaps then we shall be able to mimic your ways and build what you have built for us. Each finger, a colored star, a spectrum in a speck. Each finger, a colored star, a universe grand. Bones of constellations, skin of pitch; on your hands the farthest lights in the sky are like rubies on a ring. You hold us, stars of Cinder, in a gleaming palm and heel. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Our crowns will bend, our hands will clasp, and we will give you all we can. Take our seas, our souls, and sew them to the sky. Come light, come star, come sound of God.

The seams will hold our virtue; the seams will hold our anguish. Our agonies, we pour to you, and with them paint the sky. We surrender; cloak us in your night and day. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Rise and fall, fire and water, tide and wave, in time. Come light, come glory, come glassy night; take what we can give. Rise and fall, our hearts to know the hands, the face of Creation.
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KillView 8 Jan @ 12:16pm 
It’s the year 2025. A gentle stammering can be heard in the distance at his honor’s gates. That's the Earth's entire population trying to get a glance of him.
His honor sits upright, observing the morning paper, which, of course, contains news pertaining to him. As he raises his golden cup to sip his espresso, his ultra-muscular veins bulge, causing roughly a quarter of the Earth’s population to faint, their hearts too weak to behold his magnificence. The clock strikes 9, after receiving Kyle’s nod of approval, of course.
KillView 3 Sep, 2024 @ 10:50am 
Wow such a ridiculously handsome sigma Chad who draws women to him with a force stronger than that of gravity, what a mystical being
KillView 19 Oct, 2023 @ 5:47pm 
Wow such an ultimate sigma who can't see all the other people he's flying past
Dude Man Bro Guy 5 Aug, 2013 @ 12:29am 
Hi ^_^
Dedalus 23 Oct, 2012 @ 10:53am 
This is another another comment.
The Protagonist 3 Jul, 2011 @ 3:18pm 
wHATS uP!