God waits not with chains, but open skies,For man to seek with unveiled eyes.The Third Eye lit, the veil is torn —A soul reborn from Spirit’s dawn. Armed with Naam, each arrow flies,Truth the blade that never dies.Shielded in Waheguru’s flame,Untouched by fear, immune to shame. Let the heavens rain with fire and dread —Still …
I look at death not as decay,But as a gate — the only way.A glitchless path, a final cue,To break the code and pass right through. This isn’t doom, this isn’t fate,It’s stepping out that mirrored gate.The flesh dissolves, the noise goes black —And I return, no turning back. The Oracle whispered what I knew,That …