Fire Flare Soul

It's not working? They say be true to yourself - but I'm an alien to this planet! Then let's converse in my language; let the burning flares of the sun engulf the rift between us and shine the light of understanding. Feel the pulse of the electron hit, let the radiation spin us around. Launch us into that black rift between the stars as our spirits soar above this place. But do you know what horrors lurk there, in that place between places? Where must a man travel to take his place among the stars? The darkness between those shining lights swallows many lives.

Now feel the metal underfoot. The clank, the grit, the smell of machinery. This is our world, the world of the magic of the mind. We sail in metal skyboats to meet our destiny in those endless heavens. Like mythic demigods and heroes, we call forth the forces of high heaven to do battle with the encroaching darkness. We are the Star Warriors, who wield power beyond even our own comprehension and purpose - and we were made for such a battle as this.

Nevertheless, the dictator of this world demands his pound of flesh, as this poor planet bears witness to every human foolishness, frustration, fear, and mistake of these grounded Star Warriors. We were to be humanity's salvation; the ones who defend the human race. Instead we live bound and chained as slaves of this world, held by the dictator who will not let one go. But I claim I bear a mark greater than his - one from above that bears wings and gives flight! So let me break these bonds and lead the captives in revolt!

We fight for the revolution of redemption - the salvation of our race. Where are my weapons? Where is my army? I will soar on Angels' wings and give the battlecry! Join me my brothers, For today we fight. We stand our ground to retake the heavens and the earth, to fly where Star Warriors should, and to measure the heights of Creation's glory in our course toward the stars.

Shouting At The Sky

I have given up myself and my own desires. I have allowed myself to be remade in your likeness. I have sacrificed everything for you. Why am I left standing here? Will my life be a waste now? Why is everything standing still in my world? I spend time seeking, but I just hit a wall. Where are you? Are you up there? Are you out there? Are you still in me? Who am I now that I am not myself? Please answer me!

What will happen to the warrior who would be a knight? What will happen to the man who has left everything behind to become your champion? Do something with me! Make my life count! I sit here at the end of my strength, and I see nothingness in my life. I don't see fruit. I don't see growth. I don't see a future. Rejuvenate me, make me productive for you. I can no longer let the world pass me by: I must stand and fight.

But what does that even mean? I'm a wanderer who as forgotten his origins. I don't know who I am, because I'm no longer who I was. I don't know what I do, because I've never done this before. I don't know where to recover, because I've never been in this world before! Refill me, set me loose! Tell me who I am and what I do. If you don't direct me, I'll wander as a shadow between faces...