Rokans DeceptionShe sat curled up in her corner of the room.Many woman meandered about carelessly... and some, quite carefully.She watched one woman who laid upon the floor, rolling from one end to the other and back, all day long. She knew she was crazy, and that was to her advantage, for the rest of them belived themselves quite sane.Suddenly, a shriek of horrific anguish and gargling filled the room. She turned to see a woman ripping her hair out in raw bloody clumps screaming, \"Let it out! Stop! I begat Ye Magnon!\" The woman then melted into a pool of putrescent mold and reshaped into the rising figure of a very tall, dark and sinister monk with sharp jagged characteristics.He pointed at her, \"Ye!\" came a booming voice, The figure glided slowly to her as she began screaming. She was more insane than she thought. \"SILENCE!\" the room fell quiet, \"I am Magnon. You are Rokan. I am your King!\"Vague memories. My name... Rokan? Magnon? My King?Rokan was dumbfounded. She closed here eyes and
Awakening ThoughtAwakening ThoughtAlthough I\'m searching for some wordsyet as of now they can\'t be foundMy mind is quick and is alert -yet at the same time seems to poundInto the depth of memoryI take a deep subconscious plungeI find the answer - then I fleeBut still it won\'t roll off my tongueA voice from deep within protests,\"Look further - try again you jest -the answer lies with me at rest;It slumbers peacefully.\"Overwhelming Realization!Awake the Memory lying Latent!Lead it back to Thoughts Foundation!Take it slow and bring your patience.
It All Became So ClearIt All Became So ClearThe presence all down thereperverted with grief -From up here I vieweth;sweet sigh of relief.The chaos and mayhem,the reason so clear;the lack of the knowledgeto understand fear.So simple at last -There is no more wrong -Euphoria strong,to this plane I\'ve been cast.A duplicate image,ascending with time -The spiral of knowledge,so slow and sublime.With trials and error,with suffering and pain;in time your rewardedLove\'s Destiny Plane.
Fleeting ThoughtsFleeting ThoughtsThoughts are fleeting in a mannerwhich is creeping, ever seekingplacid solitude thats keepingmemory\'s scanner from it\'s seepingseeing thought or thinking sighta memory is caught and put in flightdescending to the forlorn timewhich instegated such a rhymeTime of terror and of errorstolen thoughts; now I\'m the bearerof these feelings which are wroughtand caught inside my mind of errorThoughts of what? Of this and thatof here and there; not where I\'m atof what I could be and I should be -what I was - not what I would beRealizing this I so regretthat yet I have not been to clearon thought thats worthy to be letasylum from that which is mereIts near the thoughts I fearwhen my mind steers from what is clearto be unsure of what is notwill likely always form a tear
Void of FormVoid of FormIn spaces void of formby deeming active mental stormI cast myself unknown to sightand sprung away in mental flightWith disposition so sedatewith endless time to contemplateI found myself upon the linewhere start and end are one in timeThen everything became quite clearI laughed at evil and at fearI thought I wasn\'t - Yet I wasWhen I said Why? Then thought becauseI spoke with molecules of plantswho taught me ancient laws of tranceAnd when these laws were utilizedI knew of nothing called disguiseThere became nothing known as needtherefore there wasn\'t any greedAnd then I knew just what had comeI\'d found the end had just begun