Pure Storm

Like a Divine flood, the Storm Lord

Scours the heavens of unrighteousness 

Making pure the vault of eternity 

For the becoming of He Who Gives Life

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg



My soul dreams
Of flesh seared away
Liberating me from this prison
A snare for the fallen
I look to the heavens
Seeking awakening
Redemption from this reality
So I may rise true and pure again
~~Feral Goddess, A.G. Muilenburg