The Crucible

The Crucible

When you find yourself weak
And holding on to the Light,
Embrace the Dark
When you find yourself weak
And holding on to the Darkness,
Embrace the Light

Take the Dream

Not For Sale

Attasalina

I am not an accessory and I don’t sing harmony. I am the architect, the maestro, the terrible wind. A voice in the wasteland against mediocrity and despair. I am not the victim nor will I be the decoration. I am death, I am hope, I am a thousand faces none of which are for sale.