The eternal flame of my
                  punishment could never illuminate
              the darkness of the burden I will forever
         loathe to carry.  The crushing pain of a dark and
     stormy sky is but a pinprick in comparison to haunting
    cries of Gaia and the plume of smoke signaling humanity's
     infinite holocaust.  These shoulders have burned for eons.

    Nothing compares to the strain my heart feels in the midst
        of Chaos.  Eros—born out of Chaos—rooted in love. 
      The day will come when Love needs no Chaos, the day
       my burden will no longer be a burden, the day when
           the Sun rises in the West and sets in the East.
                A small rush of relief, gravity lessens,
                     And for a single instant, Love
                            carries the weight
                               of the world.