I'm a fire, a comet, a birth of all the stars, a light of the known and the unknown. I've come to unearth the lies of men, to set them a part from the hypocrisies that consume them. I'm a fire, a comet, a howling gale, shattering your comfort zones, your lack of compassion, and your populist truths.

I'm a fire, a comet, a burning sphere. I've come to envelope you in the light of my love, in the dreams of your past, and the hope of your future. I'm a fire, a comet, a burning sphere, here to withstand the weight of your hatred, the chaos of your lives that's buried the innocent and murdered the pure. I'm a fire, a comet, a consuming love, a bed of down feathers riddled with knives should you be anything other then truthful.

I'm a fire, a comet, a searing pain, trapped beneath the epidermis of your lips, and the lies of your tongue. I'm a fire, a comet, a joyful noise loving you awake, singing you asleep, caressing the sweat from your brow. I'm a fire, a comet, purity among all things, may you enter the kingdom of my love, may you let go of that which pulls you downward.

I’m a fire, a comet, the hand of god.

J.M. Prater