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.