ReturnThis mind of Yours,I return it to You. These thoughts, these fears —not mine, not true. I carried the mask,I called it “me.”But now I drown itin Your sea. So take it back —This restless flame.I want no credit,I seek no name. No thought remainsthat I call mine.Only the echo:You. Divine.
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 …