The Hateful Star

Entry IV

I dreamt I was a butterfly

In seraphic dreamscapes before anything was ever evil.

I didn't want to wake up. I was happy there.

The only salvation in reality is behind the sun,

Unattainable for anyone with an imperfect heart.

So many will strive after the wind with clipped wings,

Always seeking but never knowing the worth of life.

Someday we'll fly too high in search of apotheosis

And the hateful star will scorch our wings.

From butterfly to Phoenix flight,

Life will lose itself in the light and find perfect blissfulness.

Glimpse the glory of god's wings and see the absolute truth of the universe.