EMPYREAN RESUSCITATION

EMPYREAN RESUSCITATION

A dead corporal lived in the cimmerian welkin,
Waiting for the soulful awakening.
To be pellucid to the world imbued in subterfuge,
To fight for the conscientiousness that inscribes with ink of inspiring hues.

Now, the corporal is resuscitated... With a tenacious mobility to change the world that's devastated.
To glimmer the somber galaxies,
To outcast the comets that enervate the empyrean energies.