Woman of the Apocalypse.

I'm closing the last curtain,
For you, for us,
This what we came for,
This is what we saw.

Pain is playing on repeat,
Anger, fire, and gold,
Combined and sold,
For your words and ignorance.

Hold it,
Take it away,
Away with you,
To the sky, into the light.

It should be different.
It sets us free from the illusion.
Because our desires are always changing.
Because they are often conflicting.

This is not a war.
It's essential,
Invisible to the eye,
My identity.

So what?
Maybe Luna had it right.
What and how much had I lost?
Tell me.

Don't be a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
You have to know what you stand for,
Or you will suffer.
Yes, you must not be defeated.